Daily Progress

I had an amazing year in 2012, writing-wise; I managed to hit almost 1,000,000 words — and if you include December 2011 in that count, the month when I first made the resolution not to break my NaNoWriMo streak, I actually did — and I actually finished the first novel in my collaborative YA series. I managed to write 90% of another novel, and “won” NaNoWriMo although I didn’t finish the story. I wrote something for 82.5% of the days in the year.

My goals for 2013:

  • to meet or beat 2012′s count for days with words written (302)
  • to meet or beat 2012′s word count ()
  • to finish the first draft of Oath-Takers (the novel at 90%)
  • to finish, or at least outline to the end, Emergence (NaNoWriMo 2012)
  • to continue Corin & Ezra, the collaborative YA series, Book 2
  • to finish the rewrite of NaNoWriMo 2010 (the living spaceship threesome)
  • to balance original and fannish output
  • to read

This last one is actually one of the most important. After reading over 45 books in the first 5 months of 2012, I stopped reading altogether in the end of May when my writing productivity skyrocketed. I wrote between 80,000 and 115,000 words per month from June to December, but read absolutely no books in that time.

This is shocking to me; I’ve never gone so long without reading, but almost every minute of my spare time was spent producing, not consuming. As I’m a firm believer that we can’t write without reading, this coming year I’m vowing to strike a balance between the two.

To those who ask how I manage to write every day while keeping a full-time job (I’m a high-school teacher), all I can say is, keep track. Make a spreadsheet, even a simple one, or use 750words or another online tracker, and keep a record of everything you write. Forgive yourself if you don’t write every day, but commit to it as much as you can.

The bottom line is, I stopped making excuses for myself, and I started holding myself accountable. It’s amazing what difference that makes.

Finally, here’s my 2012 writing summary, courtesy of my spreadsheet (if you’d like a template, just let me know and I’ll send you one!):

Breakdown & summary of words written in 2012

Breakdown & summary of words written in 2012

Happy New Year, everyone!

I haven’t been posting, but boy have I been writing! The first 8 days of January I was still in Taiwan, and thus didn’t get anything done, but I made up for it. After that I only had one missed day, and that only because I knew whatever I wrote, I’d just delete it in the morning.

January Round Up

Words Written: 55,587

Hours Written: 34.8

Productive Universes: Corin & Ezra (YA urban fantasy), Rog Sidestory

In the final days of January I also did something rather silly, which is start an entirely new project. I know, I know. But I finished my solo pieces earlier in the month, and the ones I’m working on now are collaborative, which means sometimes I can’t write until I consult with my writing partner, and that’s frustrating. It’s good for me to have something I can write on my own.

This new project is one of my self-titled “Self-Indulgent Projects of Ridiculous”, where I write something that’s chock-full of tropes I enjoy, no matter how silly, or which is written solely because there isn’t enough of it in things I read already. In 2010 I mixed “kick-ass girls who are good friends (ie, ‘girl bromance’) and who don’t fight over a boy” with “sentient spaceships” and “threesome relationships” to make the one I affectionately title ‘THREESOMES IN SPACE’. In 2011, I mixed my love of science fiction, Lord Byron, and Napoleonic-era British repression to write HORIZON’S VERGE, aka “Repressed Brits …  IN SPACE (feat. Lord Byron)”.

This one stems from a few things, mostly ones that aren’t written well enough in other things. The first is the idea of enspelled loyalty (e.g for bodyguards, soldiers, etc.) — it’s done a fair bit, but it rarely plays with the implications enough for me, nor the power dynamics involved. The second is young female sexuality — I recently read a book that I enjoyed, until the lesbian romance it spent the entire plot setting up was dropped at the last minute in favour of a traditional one. I want to write something about girls who fall in love and stay in love. The third — power dynamics and love vs. duty — is everywhere, but I like it to a ridiculous degree.

This has all meshed together into what is possibly the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever wanted to write.  Just for fun, here’s the rundown:

The Oath: a magically-enforced promise of loyalty from a guard or servant to their master. The Oath enforces any orders made, making it impossible for the guard to disobey any order given to them, no matter what. Generally looked down upon as akin to hiring mercenaries, as the Oath implies that either the taker is too untrustworthy to serve without it, or that the master is such that without enforced loyalty he would get none at all.

Thalia is the daughter of a minor lord, in love for the first time with her best friend, Saren — who thinks she might be in love with Thalia, too. Problem is, Saren is Thalia’s bodyguard, and took the Oath at the age of 11 after her brother, seduced with promises of power and riches, turned on Thalia in their childhood. Since the Oath provides a magical sense of loyalty and heightening of feeling, neither Saren nor Thalia know what’s real and what isn’t — as if first love isn’t difficult enough.

Nathaniel, a Duke, and Rafael, his guard, have loved each other for many years, but the conflicting pressures of duty and the imbalance of power kept Nathaniel from acting upon it. After an assassination attempt, Nathaniel’s advisors insist that he employ a guard who took the Oath; Rafael offers to take it himself, rather than allow himself to be removed from Nathaniel’s side. Now that the Oath is in place, the relationship which was at one time ill-advisable has now become impossible — at least from Nathaniel’s point of view. But Rafael insists he knows his own heart. The problem is getting Nathaniel to believe him.

You may have noticed this is a little light on plot; that’s because I have no idea what it is. No biggie, though; I’ll figure it out as I go. :)

Which brings me to … FUN THINGS. Apparently self-indulgent stuff isn’t just fun to write, other people want to read it! At least, according to the people I’ve blabbered on about this to. Which is also fun!

I’m thinking of doing an experiment: publishing the first draft of this as I go, to show people that first drafts are nothing to be ashamed of. That they’re the first step to something greater. Now, this would not be in public posts, because I’m not that brave, but rather password-protected posts to which anyone interested in reading could request access. Still, I think it might be fun for people to get involved with the first draft process — not as the final version, mind you, but just to see how things change along the way.

A couple people have expressed interest in this already, so just let me know! :)

What’s the most self-indulgent plot you could ever write?

In non-daily writing news, I just have to say that all the ‘authors behaving badly’ stuff in the last week or so is really a letdown. I won’t name names or put links because the Great Internet Dogpile is doing just fine on its own, but there are three authors in the last couple of days who’ve reacted completely inappropriately to reviews (none of which, incidentally, were in the least inflammatory, whereas if Lev Grossman wanted to cut me a new one for my review of THE MAGICIANS I really couldn’t blame him). This is becoming a trend, and it makes me sad. Didn’t we learn from the last one a few months back? Guess not.

It also makes me wonder — did authors always react so ridiculously to negative reviews and we just didn’t get to see it without a super-fast, easily-regrettable publishing medium like the Internet? Or is it that authors today have just lost their minds?

I’ve seen everything from explosions and f-bombs to well-meaning (but condescending) ‘advice’ posts to bloggers about leaving good reviews, and I really just want to take all of it and rub the authors’ noses in it, like all those books say you should do with dogs and feces (which I’ve never done, because that just seems weird, but y’all know what I mean). All I have to say is this: no. No author, for any reason, has any right to demand anything from reviewers as long as the author’s personal life is not dragged into the review. If the reviewer is not calling the author a puppy-kicker in real life, then the author sucks it up. That’s the way it works. There’s a ridiculous sense of entitlement working in the author community these days that I really don’t understand, especially when the consensus of what constitutes a ‘negative review’ seems to be ‘anything less than 4/5′.

Ah well.

Casualties from tonight's session (not all mine!) The sole grande is mine, though *shame*

Today in writing was fun; I got 948 words on the 15-minute train commute to work again, wahey! Scraped out another thousand or so at work between meetings, and then some more at Starbucks before my evening job. I’m having fun with this.

Well. I say ‘having fun’, but that’s not exactly the right term to use in this particular case. The story I’m working on right now — jokingly dubbed ‘traumatised foster kids’ as speaking light of it is the only way to deal with the fact that it is really freaking depressing — is, well, freaking depressing. So while I’m happy at the output for the day, during the actual writing I sat at my computer making the D: face the whole time.

Also, once, while attempting to make a brittle smile in order to write what it feels like (what muscles are tensed, etc. vs. during a real smile), I’m pretty sure I scared the guy in front of me. He kept looking over, then packed up his stuff and left. Uh. Whoops?

This whole thing does make me a little nervous, though, because at the moment my PTSD twelve-year-old is in therapy. I am not a child trauma therapist; I have no child trauma therapy training (but I did look up stuff on the Internet). I have no idea how to fix four years of deep-rooted self-loathing and guilt, so I therefore have no idea how to write a therapist who does. Uh. Help? This isn’t something where the right word and a hug will make the walls come crumbling down (hello, sitcoms, I’m looking at you!).

Ah, believable emotional arcs, why do you have to be so difficult? It would be so easy to slap on a fast solution to this, fix the character and make it all better, but I can’t do that. Not because the characters won’t let me or whatever, but because that wouldn’t be fair to anybody — to the story, to me, to invisible hypothetical readers. Whenever I see it happen (usually in television, since they only have 20 or 40 minutes to wrap things up, but occasionally in books) I just get annoyed and feel cheated, so I’d never want to do that myself. Even if it means a lot of frustration in the meantime. Yay for artistic integrity, or something.

Once I get this figured out, though, I get to reward myself by writing about the three-legged dog, aka Princess Serena Bambina Tudor, Jedi & Pokemon Master, Esquire. (I love Drake and I love his naming conventions.) Also, kittens. So, there’s that.

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 3,374

Hours: 2 (ish)

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward kids sidestory

No-context snippet: Ma used to say that a good therapist will make you feel like shit, which is why only rich people go to therapists because poor people know they’re shit all the time and don’t need to pay lots of money for some bitch on a couch to do it for them. Rog tries to do tongue twisters when he hears Ma’s inner voice.

So after a fantastic (if exceedingly drizzly) holiday in Taiwan where I managed to catch sick my first night and recovered my first night back in Japan (go figure), I’m back in the saddle of writing again. I spent the weekend sleeping off the last of the Taiwan-and-airplane ‘flu, and since Monday was a national holiday here in Japan, I holed myself up in Starbucks (where else?) and got myself some writing.

Is this the derpiest photo anyone has ever taken? I think it just might be

It’s always a little difficult coming back after a hiatus, and so not only did I go back and forth between two projects, but within one of the projects I jumped around in the timeline (I think) three times. I went from urban fantasy YA series where two boys are fighting so much I had to set the school on fire and nearly blow it up to get them to talk, to a PSTD kid going to therapy to deal with his past sexual abuse, to kids bringing home strays. A bit of a whiplash.

One thing with writing depressing stuff, I always reach a sort of saturation point where I can’t deal with it anymore, but the scene (or my writing flow) isn’t necessarily over. In this case it’s a choice between plunging on with the scene and possibly sitting in shell shock for the rest of the day, watching nothing but cat videos on YouTube in my attempt to come down; or stopping the scene mid-way to surf the Internet or go for a walk and try to get my brain back, of course risking losing the flow altogether; or switching to something less soul-destroying in the hopes that it’ll lift my mood without killing my writing mojo.

Today I did a mix of the three; I wrote on until the scene came to a stopping point (though the arc isn’t over), then took a break to read some articles online, then went back to writing with something marginally happier before going back and writing a bit more of the soul-sucking stuff. Then, of course, the three-legged dog and its kitten friend (no, not kidding, that’s how much of a unicorn chaser I needed).

All in all, today I pulled in a good haul of just over 8,100 words. An auspicious return, and I’m quite pleased with it. I cheated a bit in that I skipped the scene I was stuck on in order to get to a bit I knew what would happen, but I can always go back and fix things (or delete the whole problem scene entirely, if it turns out the thing was just filler).

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 8,172

Hours: Around 5

Most Productive Universe: Corin & Ezra (urban fantasy YA) (with Drake & Edward kids sidestory coming a close second, only 1000 words behind)

No-context snippet: “I mean, okay, I punched him, but that’s what kids do. And you can’t tell me that Charlie girl has never hit him, because the other day I saw her punch a basketball for being flat and not bouncing high enough.”

Also, before I forget: the December 2011 Round-Up!

Words Written: 72,161 (not bad considering I didn’t write anything from the 23rd onward!)

Hours: 43.8

Most Productive Day: December 9 (9,040 words)

I missed a just over a week at the end of December, but managed to hit 72,000 words — I also missed just over a week at the beginning of January, so let’s see if I can get anywhere comparable to this. I’m not expecting to keep that pace up, obviously, not with work (the new semester starts on Thursday), but we’ll see what happens.

Heyyyy, I made it to Taiwan! I was all gung-ho to write on the plane, but I forgot that I actually get motion sickness on planes (which, by the way, is not fair) so I spent the flight with my head between my knees. Um, yay? I did manage to knock out 1,000 words just now before bed, but I’m dead tired so no witty commentary or screenshots from me today. I know, you’re weeping.

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 1,121

Hours: .5

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward, kids side-story

No-context snippet: One day, when Edward picks them up and they all troop through the door, they find Drake, standing in the front room with his hands on his hips, and paper cutout moustaches taped all over his body.

All right, folks, I don’t know whether I’ll be posting tomorrow, as tomorrow afternoon I will be leaving for 17 (hopefully fabulous) days in TAIWAN! My younger sister lives there, so the bestest & I will be staying with her and travelling around the country for the holidays. There will be Internet at my sister’s apartment, but my phone will be in airplane mode to avoid Softbank’s exorbitant roaming fees, so I’m not sure.

I still plan to write, even though both the fabulous lesbian cafe AND the Victorian-costume-themed cafe in my sister’s neighbourhood have closed since she told me about them in the fall. :(

On a happy note, my friends got me an autographed Kate Beaton book, and it arrived JUST in time for me to take it on the plane! Yaaaay! :D

Today marks another spate of train-and-Starbucks writing, around 3,000 words in all. I crossed the 31,000-word mark on the traumatised foster kids side-story (though only 15,000 of that was written this month), which is pretty nuts. I don’t think I remember how to do short stuff anymore. I should probably practice something … except every short story I’ve started (this one, the Temeraire fanfic) has ended up 30,000 words or more. Erm. Hurray?

Herp a derp words don't even look like words anymore

I’m not sure if anyone’s paying attention, but you’ll notice that my all-time total is about 15,000 words higher than it was yesterday — this is not because I’m awesome, but because I got tired of doing manual word-counts leaping around various bits in my Scrivener file for Drake & Edward’s story that I just added what I’d already written to the spreadsheet, as having been done in November. It’s sloppy, but I’m only counting from December so I can deal with it. I’m just reminding myself that if I start now, from now on I’ll have beautifully-organised word charts FOR ETERNITY.

For the record, I realise that ‘wish me luck as I gallivant off on an overseas holiday so that I can still keep writing every day’ is possibly the jerkiest thing ever, but, uh, wish me luck anyway.

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 3,097

Hours: 1.5

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward, traumatised kids side-story

No-context snippet:  It’s like the time one of the kids at the group home bet him he couldn’t walk all the way across the yard with his eyes closed — Rog don’t like to be called a coward for anything, so he did it, but by the time he got more than twelve steps, he was moving so slowly he probably looked like a sloth. Even though he knew the yard was empty, that there were no trees or holes or cars or anything, it didn’t matter — he still imagined all sorts of things in front of him, and taking a step was pure torture. The urge to open his eyes got so strong that Rog had to clamp his hands over them, so that even if they opened he still couldn’t see.

I’m writing this story out of sequence on occasion (skipping ahead to write later bits if I can’t figure out where an earlier one is going), and it’s a little bit jarring. Ever put on a TV show in the background with episodes on repeat? There’s an incredible amount of dissonance when you jump from a later episode, when characters are near the end of their arc, to an earlier one, where they’re just beginning. I like to put Cardcaptor Sakura on in the background when I do chores and things, and it’s always weird to see Li jump from calling her Sakura to just お前 in the beginning.

Writing out of order can be like this, and that’s one of the reasons I don’t do it very often. It’s difficult to keep track of what particular traits haven’t emerged or faded yet, or how the character reacts to certain situations at that specific time. The greater the chronological gap, the greater the dissonance.

Definitely switching from the ten-years-later side-story to the main plot is going to be heck on toast, whenever I get there. One character in particular (Edward) is quite confident later, compared to when he’s in college. It’s … bizarre. Seeing him go from a jumpy, insecure recovering emo kid to a fairly competent father is pretty neat, but only in the proper order — jumping backward feels like character regression, and it’s hard to do. (I had the same problem, incidentally, with my YA series — when I started from the beginning, the last thing I’d written previously occurs about 20 years later. Uh, whoops!)

As an interesting note, about 1,700 of today’s 2,000 words were written on the train, to and from work. It’s actually become a major habit for me; I get around 700 on the morning commute, and 900 in the afternoon (since I go to the gym, which is one stop down, giving me an extra 3 minutes). If nothing else, this writing thing has done wonders for showing me what I can do in a short amount of time if I make a habit out of it.

Unfortunately I didn’t have much time to do anything else as work was incredibly busy, and after work I was running around like crazy, attempting to get ready for going to Taiwan. I also had more to say in this post, but I just spent the last 12 minutes staring at nothing because I only got 3 hours of sleep last night. Did that carry over to today’s writing? Who knows! That’s what editing is for! :D

This is not the face of someone who is awake and happy about it

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 2,084

Hours: 1.5

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward side-story

No-context snippet: For the first little bit, they all sleep in the same room. It’s supposed to be just Rog and Tyler, but they don’t feel like sleeping apart just yet. They were all together at Ma’s place, and the orphanage had ten beds to a room. Rog can’t imagine sleeping alone, and he’s pretty sure the others can’t, neither, their breath echoing off the empty walls. They’re safe together.

There’s a word in Japanese, 義理 (ぎり, or ‘giri’) that literally means ‘duty’, but which can be appended to the beginning of a word in order to mean ‘something you do out of duty’. For example, on Valentine’s Day in Japan, you give 義理チョコ (duty chocolate) to people like your boss, or your teacher — people you don’t necessarily like, but would be rude not to do. (My ESS club members give me 義理チョコ, for example.)

Well, today was a 義理-writing day. I spent the day lazing around, hanging with the bestest, and playing with the cat, and then remembering that — oh hey — I’m leaving for Taiwan in 3 days, better get on that. The scene I’m writing is a huge argument scene, and it’s draining, so I didn’t really want to write. Unfortunately for me, you don’t just get to write when you feel like it. For me, skipping a writing day is basically like leaving those dishes in the sink just once — you’ll get to it tomorrow, except that tomorrow there are already dishes so you don’t feel bad leaving one more, and then the next thing you know, it’s Friday and you’re eating your dinner on a pot lid with one chopstick.

(Oh, hush, you know you do it, too. And if you don’t, stop by here and do mine!)

Anyway, I did the writing, though after a few hours of planning/discussing things with the bestest (as half the characters involved are hers). I realised something interesting today, which is that while I know how many of my characters fight, I’m not so knowledgeable about how they resolve conflict, or what they do after. If I have a fight with a loved one, I tend to be rather clingy afterward, making sure they still love me. What about my characters?

It’s an interesting question, and it’s not one I see a lot. Aftermath of conflict, sort of like the post-get-together in romantic comedies, is something that gets brushed aside in writing in favour of the big dramatic stuff. So one character prefers to shout and throw things while the other gives the silent treatment, but what about after they’ve essentially made up? Sex? Jokes? Awkward silence? Avoidance? Cuddling? One of my characters is not physically demonstrative, except for after a huge fight, when he seeks reassurance through non-sexual physical contact. It’s a fun detail, and one I wish I saw more often.

Slowly working through this whole crisis in the story, just in time to give my boys religious epiphanies. Fun times!

Pretty typical word count for a Sunday, so I'm happy

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 2,082

Hours: ~1

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward side-story

No-context snippet: He ain’t sure what Edward and Drake thinks he wants to go to church for; he ain’t looking for the answers to life or nothing. He was just curious, and now it’s turned into this huge thing. For all he knows, he’ll go once, decide it’s boring, and never go back, but that seems like a waste after all this.

Today I finished the on-paper edit of the bestest’s Christmas novella, which has clocked in at around 34,000 words. She’s reading it now, as we’ll be in Taiwan for Christmas and won’t have time to read it on the actual day. If anyone wants a ridiculously long Temeraire fanfiction, comment and I’ll let you know when it’s posted on AO3. /o\

I went to Starbucks again and got a few good, solid hours of writing in. With the fanfic over, I’ve switched to what I affectionately call the “traumatised foster kids” universe, which is a side-story set a decade after the official end of one of my books. It’s … difficult to write. Today the scene I was writing got so upsetting I had to jump to the end, when they’re all happy and it’s fixed, just so I could keep going.

I’m getting better at working writing in to what I’m doing, as opposed to it taking over my life the way it does during NaNoWriMo. This is good! It means I spend less time faffing about online, too, which is also good.

For those who want Japan photos, I’ll be putting the Arashiyama Light-Up photos on Flickr soon, so look out for that! :)

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 4,815

Hours: 2.5

Most Productive Universe: Edward & Drake side-story

No-context snippet:

“Are you fighting about us?” Rog asks.
Edward winces. “No.”
“Would you be having this fight if we weren’t here?” Rog presses, not sure why he needs to hear Edward say it, and grind the guilt into his chest like somebody puts out a cigarette with their heel. “‘Cause if not, then you’re fighting about us.”

Short post today; my internet is spotty, my neck seized this morning, and I went straight from work to see the Osaka Philharmonic play Beethoven’s 9th. Phenomenal, by the way. I’m also writing this one-handed as the bestest attempts to work out whatever the heck is making it so I can’t turn my head. Ow.

I got my writing done on the train and (surprise, surprise) in Starbucks before leaving for the symphony, so that’s good. 3,500 words, ish, of my traumatised foster kids side-story. Ever write a story, only to get ideas for something that happens about ten years down the line? Yeah, this is one of those, and I’m writing it first, because it’s shorter, and once it’s out of my head I think I can finally focus on the ten-years-before actual story.

I also did a bit of reading, finishing the last Gregor the Overlander book, THE CODE OF CLAW. I enjoyed the series a lot, but one thing it did annoys me, and it’s something I might have to do a post on later — the shoehorning in of romance in middle-grade or very young YA fiction. Drives me bonkers. I’ve been told I was a late bloomer, but when I was 11, I did not want to read about kids my age finding true love. Ah well.

Today’s Stats:

Words Written: 3,562

Hours: ~1

Most Productive Universe: Drake & Edward (traumatised foster kids sidestory)

No-context snippet: Ma would whirl around the kitchen like a brown-haired tornado, whipping up the most disgusting breakfast burrito with eggs, mayonnaise, some hot peppers, ketchup, and Chef Boyardee, and they’d all have to eat it — even Stevie, before he was old enough to eat solid food yet. Then she’d leave the dishes, collapse on the couch, and Rog would be stuck cleaning it up when Stevie and Marc threw it up later.