End of the third week, now it's the end of Sunday. This last week I did the opposite of the two before it: managed to keep up every day of the week, then fell behind at the weekend. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I got hardly any writing done because of various reasons of getting distracted. I've passed the 50k mark of NaNoWriMo goal, but I'm currently about 4800 words short of my own goals for this point. This week we go into Thanksgiving and Black Friday. I have an earlier schedule Thanksgiving and I'm off for Black Friday, so I should be able to make up the time and get back on track again by Friday, but I'll also have to write ahead to cover Saturday's because I'll be busy all of Saturday, so we'll have to see how it goes.
I haven't specifically gone into writing any entries about plot points of this one because of the material. I decided sometime back that I was going to basically split my approach: books related to indie games I have planned will also be done indie way and I'll self-publish (given that half of them are going to be novelization versions of games I'm working on), whereas books that are original works unrelated to any of that I'll possibly look into getting published by a publisher. I say possibly because the state of traditional publishing is of course pretty hard to get into, and it's really not that friendly to the author, but I'm not going to get into a rant on that right now. But this book is an original work, and so to not risk publishers turning it away for not being able to get first-publication rights, I'm not going to go into any specifics of this here.Date: 22 Nov 2015 - 22:42
End of the second week, end of Saturday this time, and I'm behind once again. I was able to catch up Sunday, and stay caught up on Monday, but then Tuesday happened. And eveyrone knows that Tuesday was Fallout day...
Except I didn't play Fallout yet. I won't have time to for a while still. However, also this week was the release of the next major update to FFXIV, and that's what made me fall behind, playing new content to get the latest updates to the story. Tuesday I did no writing at all, and Wednesday and Thursday I didn't get my goal amount done. Friday I got hardly any done. Today I wrote over 6700 words, being able to go to a NaNoWriMo write-in today, meaning to catch up to goal I'll have to write just 4300 words tomorrow. Since I'm not hosting a tournament tomorrow that will be much easier to accomplish.
Now its very late, and I'm tired.Date: 14 Nov 2015 - 22:54
End of week one for NaNoWriMo. My word count for the end of Friday was 11613 words, which is ahead of the NaNoWriMo goal, but behind my own goal of 75k words, which I settled on last year after beating the 50k goal last year and deciding I like the size and page count of the printed copies of last year after I typeset them based on the 75k range. So that's what my goal is for actual completed works now, at least as far as any I plan on self-publishing (which will be anything related to the unverse I've built for games and writing peices already), at least 75k words. That leads out to a goal of 2500 words a day, rather than the 1667 goal of NaNoWriMo itself.
As far as this week went for getting it done, every day that I did have the time to sit and work on it I was able to reach the goal fine. Wednesday I missed entirely, because I had to run all over everwhere in the evening looking for new shoes (which don't even fit right and I have to go return today). Friday I had to run someone across the valley late in the evening so got home with very little time to write, and spent a lot of that just dinking around on the internet instead of starting writing, so that was my fault. I got my pace finally and got to writing, but only had hit 1608 words by the time midnight rolled around so I had to cut it off at that point.
In order to catch up this wekeend, including the regular writing amounts needed for this weekend, I need to write an average of 4200 words a day between today and tomorrow. Luckily I don't really have much I need to do otherwise this weekend so can dedicate a fair amount of time, so I should be able to do it fine. I need to try to get another movie review section posted today too since it's been a while, which I've started outlining but haven't actually written the comments on yet.Date: 07 Nov 2015 - 09:39
Yep, it's that time again. NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow, and with it another novel to be written. This year my idea started from something I'd wanted to see and haven't really seen: a crime novel set in a futuristic society, using advanced sci-fi type technology, but not emphasising the futuristic technology as the focus of the story (as some sci-fi generally does), but just is part of their everyday life. Just like people's everyday life today is filled with advanced technology in a way nobody else would have thought of even 10 years ago. Not that it's necessarily everything going on in the story, but it's where the idea started.
I've been working on a new look to this site that I was hoping to have up by now that's mobile-friendly, but the menu's got some trouble running on desktop browser so I haven't uploaded it yet. That'll come sooner or later, probably not until after NaNoWriMo. I had also inteded on posting more of the Eliza's Notes series, but I haven't finished writing it yet.Date: 31 Oct 2015 - 12:56
People are born. People age. People grow old. People die. That is the natural order of things.
Perhaps that is why I am now here. Why I am still here. Why I did not die. I had tampered so much with the natural order that the natural order no longer applies to me. Not that I did this on purpose, no. I had experimented with so much so long ago, trying to heal my condition. Alchemy. Geomancy. Necromancy. So many dark arts that people would use to do such things on purpose, it’s entirely possible I had done it to myself on accident.
And maybe not even from that? Is it from my battle with the fallen dragon? Is it a curse from aiding the lord of the underworld? Is it a parting gift form the elder, after attaining enlightenment and leaving to spend the rest of the days left before dying to think on the world?
It was strange, at first. I lay in bed, healers attending to me, expecting to die. It was the end of my life, I could feel it. It was there. And yet, I did not die. Day in, day out. The healers couldn’t explain it, just said I was holding on still, not quite letting go. But I was not dying. Once I realized that, truly realized I was not dying, it then became a problem. I was supposed to die. I was expected to die. Not that the people wanted me dead, but they were expecting me to be dead. They moved on. I couldn’t just get up, hobble on my cane back down the street, and go back into work again. My work had been handed to others, granted to new people. This was final, this was the end.
Since it was not the end, I then had a dilemma.
Not that I wanted to die, but not that I didn’t want to die. I had lived a full life, overseeing the transition to this world. Helping the colony come to fruition. Helping the people get over their initial reactions and see the vision of what the prophet had planned when he sent us here. Help support the town leaders step into the ideals that James had laid out for their plan. Now, when I was supposed to die, I was not. Could I do more? Should I do more? Was I capable of it? Did this old woman still have some fight left in her? My magic ability hadn’t waned the way my muscles and bones had, I still was a perfectly capable healer.
So I made my decision. I had to sneak out. I headed out under the cloak of night and magic, and left the city. Guided by a lynx far away, I dug out this home in the mountains. A lynx who is also getting quite aged, looking at its fur. After what happened the last time, I would like to have a good conversation if it were to come of age enough to hold one.
So here I will be based. It has been a few weeks since I snuck out, and from my remote monitoring spells the search parties have giving up searching the area around the city for my body. I will begin keeping notes and journals of what I observe the world doing. For now I will have to hide, while people still recognize me and there’s still so little people that I stick out, but in time I will be able to travel among the people unassumingly and interact with them. This is what I can do. I can record what happens, and I can guide them from here.
I have taken up astrology in my old age. A telescope was one of the things that was to be buried with me. With my body missing, I suppose they may bury it anyway so there’s something of me in that burial ground. But it’s not the distant stars I’ve been watching, so much as what’s closeby. Our old home, the third planet, has fully frozen. It’s entered an age of ice, and I suspect with how long and how progressively worse it’s gotten since I started watching it nobody is alive on it anymore. Nobody could have survived as long as we have been here. We are really, truly, the last ones left. And if we die out here, that’s it, there’s no more. No more Varila, no more Vor-rodeq, no more Hokeno, no more Pol-ech. And no more Raln which could call our star their home, even if there are other Raln out there in the universe.
I do not know who will read these records. I do not know where Hellen is hiding her time capsule, nor do I really wish to mix things in with her plan. Perhaps nobody will read this. Perhaps everyone will read it. Perhaps it will be destroyed with the hill collapsing, never to even be known. But I will keep this record anyway, even if only to remind myself of what’s happened. When a person ages they start to lose their memory, some much more than others. I think I’ve gotten off lucky on that account, but how much can the Raln brain truly hold? If I am to be living hundreds of years, thousands of years, how much can I really retain, and how much will I lose? Surely the mind’s capacity isn’t unlimited, so I will lose something. In addition to the record of the passing of time I will have to record my knowledge of magic and potions so that I continue to have them at my disposal as well.
Perchance, James, if you find this record someday, you will appreciate its existence so that you know what became of the people you fought so bravely to save, even though the burden of that fight should have been on all of the rest of us and not added to the list of everything you already had on your plate.Date: 02 Sep 2015 - 22:09