Writing : NanoWriMo approaches, and that right early

Have you read Irvine Welsh's Porno? That's a good story about porn, not porn itself, though.

I've never read anything by Irvine Welsh. I don't even really know anything he's written.

I've never even attempted to write anything close to novel length so I don't really have much planned. But it will be a bisexual pornographic novel focusing on a relationship between two men and one woman. The two men will be mirrors of each other, though one is black & has alopecia while the other is white & grows hair that he shaves off all the time. The novel will mostly focus on the woman, I think. 

There will be lots of fucking, haha. Guy on guy///guy on girl///guy & guy on girl. But it will also be about their poverty & sruggles to survive in the world. It may end up being very surreal or it may end up being realism. I haven't figured that out yet.

No poop eating, though I do love Delany. But then again, maybe lots of poop eating?

Pendragon it reads like you got sunset syndrome. 

http://sundownerfacts.com/_symptoms/

I know that a lot of folks around older people professionally use the term, but I don't think it is a real medical term.

I understand. But the term as people say it is, 'sunset syndrom', regardless of what it is.

Pendragon, have you read Henry Miller and Anais Nin? Those are my favorite erotica. It's definitely not porno, but it's worth a read. They taught me how to handle sex scenes in literature.

I wrote everyday except yesterday. I'm at about 5,300 words - so I'm a little behind but I'm hoping to be able to bang a bunch out this week (I knew weekends would be a little questionable with the output). I also need to knock out a draft for my WAR story.

Anyway, here's a quick Nano excerpt from my session earlier today, obviously not edited since we don't have time for that.

Harrington returned with a fresh cup of coffee and sat it down on the desk. He pulled out his chair, sat down and crossed one leg over the other. “Officer, I found a…” Fred stuck out his hand, swiveled in his chair, opened up the mini-fridge next to his desk and took out a small container of flavored creamer.
“Honestly, I hate the shit they keep around here. You’d think with our budget we’d have better than that powdered shit.”
Fred fidgeted in his seat.
“You ever try this stuff? The almond flavored one? Real good. Makes the shit coffee taste like it came from France. The ex turned me on to it. She studied abroad there. Says they have excellent taste in coffee.”
Fred looked down at the ground and said that he never had it.
“You sure you don’t want some, Mr. McCabe. Maybe it’ll help you get a little color back. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Harrington couldn’t hold back the laugh.
“Officer, please. There’s no time for coffee.” He started to get up from his seat.
“Sit down, Mr. McCabe. You called 911, which means I have to write the report. And there’s always time for coffee.” He took a sip from the mug that read Highest Paid, Least Amount of Work. “Got it at the Yankee Swap,” he said, setting it back down on the desk. He took a notepad out of a drawer and picked up a pen. “Now, 911 says you found a hand. Did you bring it with you?”
“No, officer, like I said, it’s out by the trestle.” Fred ran his hand through his hair.
“Now, was this a right hand or a left hand? Black or white hand? Or other. Your best guess.” He positioned the ball point a millimeter over the paper.
“I, uh. I don’t know. I didn’t look at it that closely.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Didn’t look that closely? Ok.” He began writing on his notepad and talking aloud. “We’ll just go with other for now, ok? Last thing I want to do is offend anybody if I pick the wrong color.” He took another sip of coffee. “Now, was the hand holding anything?”
“No, officer. It was a hand in the woods. That’s all.” He readjusted himself in the chair, rested his elbows on his knees and looked down at his boots. “It was just a hand. That’s all I know.”
“Just a hand. Hmm. Not a lot to go on. Though I supposed we’ll be able to pull some prints off it, when we find it, that is. The hand out there in the woods. Did you take notice if it still had all the fingers?” The ballpoint hovered over the paper awaiting Fred’s answer.
“Yeah, it had the fingers. It’s a fucking hand with fingers, that’s all I know. It’s out by the trestle.” His voice raised an octave. “Is this some sort of goddamned joke?”
“You tell me, Mr. McCabe. Is this some sort of a goddamned joke?” Fred, let out a sigh and shook his head. Harrington swiveled 180 degrees in his chair and called out to the officer a desk over. “Hey Ralphie, we get any calls this morning from somebody looking for a lost hand? Our friend here says he found one.” Fred jerked back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

I'm doing the Stephen King approach of pushing writing out even if it feels like I'm writing tripe. Ah well, that's what editing's for, right?

Today, up to 13047 words. Tomorrow we're at Universal Studios with the kids, so I had to write double what I intended to today.

Half the book is memoir, which is awesome. His Danse Macabre is good too, which is more like pop criticism on the genre.

I'm stuck. Like, really stuck, and thinking about starting over with a new plot.

Good luck, Courtney. Luckily we're not too far into it. If you want to stick with this one, I suppose you could write some random scenes in Scrivener around the characters you created - have a conversation or something. Maybe something pops up from there. 

I am a little under. Damn grad school. If I worked my papers into the story I would be kicking ass.

I'm at 18,005 words, par is 21,666, so I'm essentially two days behind. I didn't write for exactly two days since Nov 1. So there you have it. Hard to inch your way back and I realize how slowly I write. I keep having visions of this 4,000 word day where I sit down for a bit and really just pound it out. But what really happens is I sit there for a couple hours and get maybe 1,000 - 1,300 words.

The good thing is while I'm jumping around, writing scenes, vignettes and a bunch of other stuff out of order - I don't hate what I've done so far (even though I haven't read a lot of what I wrote). But I'm making good progress, learning about my characters, the plot is becoming more and more clear.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little caught up in the raw numbers and feeling some stupid self-imposed stress because I'm behind on my word count, but I'm trying to look at the positives, which by fucking far outweigh some stupid stats. I'm 18k into the first novel i had the balls to sit down and attempt. And I'm going to finish the first draft of this thing*! 

I'm also in WAR and taking 200 Proof with Craig Clevenger (which has been amazing). I've submitted a scene from my novel project as part of my homework (this is next level efficiency type shit) and Craig's comments were pretty much "not much I can say about this - rock solid effort, keep writing" or in other words, he's not finding a lot to pick apart. So I have that going for me.

How's everyone else doing so far?

*I said first draft. I don't have to make any guarantees on revisions.

@Otis - you might be behind on war count, but if Craig Clevenger can't pull it apart, at least you know the quality is there. 

I just finished class with Kat Howard, so I think NaNo writing will get easier. Despite a bender on the weekend and sleeping all but 3 hours on Sunday, somehow I'm up to the word count. Though, between WAR, being a slushie, class and NaNo, I'm having days where I seriously feel like my brain is leaking out my ears. 

Finished last night, and first draft came in at 50,056. It was a great experience taking an idea and just slamming it everyday, knowing there was a deadline fast approaching. I'm definately happy with my first draft and can't wait to finish a timeline of the books events, then I can dive back in for a couple re-writes and editing. Coming soon in 2013:

October Surprise - Personal Accounts of how Chinese candy, al-Qaeda and Hillbillies Paved the Way to WWIII

or

October Surprise - Personal Accounts of how cheap Chinese candy, al-Qaeda and  dumb Hillbillies Paved the Way to WWIII

I finished mine at 50,027. The middle was a bit of a POS but that's what rewrites are for. I'm quite happy with what I've drafted, but now, I have no idea what to do with it, other than fix it...!

did my 50k in November; finished with 74k and just got a cover done

Well at least you used the Oxford comma.