November 11th, 2005


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First, NaNo update: 11,862/16,667

I'm back within 5,000! That means I have to do 10,000 words this weekend if I'm going to catch up. I don't know if I can do it, but I'm going to try.

Today's scene was HARD. Really an uphill battle to write, because, while it was easy to convey how much Mr. Carter was torturing Davey, it was much, much harder to convey that Mr. Carter was suffering as much or more. Especially because the scene had to be from Davey's point of view, since Mr. Carter knew what was going to happen, and Davey has the empathy of a brick. Practice, I guess. Eventually I'm going to have to write the rape of a 13-year-old from her point of view. I am NOT looking forward to that.

Anyway, I wanted to finish up the scene, but I only made it about 2/3 of the way through. I'm too tired to write more, and I have to get up in 3 1/2 hours. In an unrelated (well, except for being part of the same book) scene I wrote today, I got to do something I always enjoy: use blatant foreshadowing to conceal subtle foreshadowing nearby. Of course, this is magic realism, so "subtle" is a relative term. I like one definition of magic realism I heard: a form of fantasy in which every departure from strict realism is an intentional metaphor. I like mine better, though: any work of fantasy the New York Times reviews.

Does anybody know what culture it is that has 11 as a magical age -- witches come into their power, etc? I'm pretty sure it's one of the groups in the British Isles, but I'm not sure which one. The reason I think it's British is that Napoli (Zel), Rowling (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone), and Cooper (The Dark Is Rising) all reference it, but I've never encountered it outside of British children's authors.

So, to the subject line. I'm allowed up to three userpics, and only using one. I have four I'm considering, and want opinions. The options are below; pick up to three you like.

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Only 1300 words today. I know it's not even 10, but I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to turn in. I suppose it's theoretically possible that I could do the necessary 4500 tomorrow and Sunday, but unlikely. At this point I need to average about 1935 words a day to make it by the end of the month.

On an unrelated note, Cyrus is attempting to program a random name generator on his calculator. The first time he got it to run successfully, it immediately came back with "Miaka." Sadly, the next ten names were gobbledygook. I recommended he weight the letters according to how many of each there are in a Scrabble set, but he didn't go for it.

Update 11:45: Didn't go to sleep; got sucked into The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana by Umberto Eco. It fascinates me, because I am like a less-extreme version of Yambo: very little memory of my own life (but not true amnesia like he has), but an excellent memory for facts and plots and trivia (though not as encyclopedic as his).