Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2007

About to Decompress

All I have between me and vacation is my Logic class on Monday morning. And a truckload of grading. And my guilt over falling behind on NaNoWriMo.

That's all.

That's why I'm wasting time reading IMDB profiles of all the Saturday Night Live performers I hate. Here's part of the entry on Will Ferrell:
In 1995 he became a feature cast member at "Saturday Night Live" (1975) during the show's rapid re-casting. He was declared quite possibly the worst cast member ever during his first season. However, his talents of impersonations and range of characters shot him forward to making him arguably the greatest "Saturday Night Live" (1975) cast member ever.

That second sentence leads me to believe there's hope for the world. The third cancels that. Will Ferrell has to be the least funny famous comedian since Sir Laurence Olivier.


Okay, so Olivier wasn't a comedian. But he was funnier than Ferrell. Will Ferrell is the worst performer SNL has ever had. There's only one character he can play: the loud, obnoxious, stupid guy who's too stupid to realize how loud and obnoxious he is.

That's it. The costumes change, but the character does not.

Anyway, I'm happy to be just a few days from driving north. I need a break.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Red Barbarian Needs Food--Badly


No, I'm not hungry. I'm just running out of energy. I'd been kicking ass on NaNoWriMo, writing better than my 2000 words a day, and then I was nailed with a bunch of stuff all at once. Grading, planning, writing tests. Yesterday I thought I was getting seriously sick, and had to take a long nap just to finish grading.

I know--whine, whine, whine.

So my novel is hovering just over 10,000 words--about 3000 words behind schedule now. I might be able to catch up over the weekend. It's not like I don't know where the story is going. I have more notes than I'll have novel when I'm done.

But that's why I haven't been blogging. I'm getting crushed.

I'll try to be better.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

And They're Off . . .

Today started NaNoWriMo, and I was disturbed to see on the website this morning that some people had started writing at midnight--Zulu time. Meaning, they were perched on their computers in the middle of the night--in England and South Africa--to start writing their novel this month. There were people who hit 5,000 words before I woke up this morning.

That's crazy.

I wrote 2,333 words this afternoon, and I'm going to stop so I can make dinner and prepare to teach logic tomorrow. I didn't plan on that number, but it struck me strange when I got there. If I were to write 1,667 words a day I'd hit the 50,000 word goal. But if I hit 1,667 words tomorrow I'm at an even 4,000, which keeps me on pace for my goal. I'll just take satisfaction that I'm 666 words ahead of the pace.

Wait . . . 666?

Sorry, Diana.

So to stay on pace for the month, tomorrow I need to produce 1,001 words. If Sheherezade could have told a story in a word, my requirement for tomorrow could have made her life a whole lot easier.

I know. Lame.

I'm still aiming for 2,000 again tomorrow.

In other news, the Artists Formerly Known as the Big Polack and Mrs. Big Polack have had the Artist Briefly Known as Little Polack. Did you follow that? Me either. Here are the pictures I was sent:


Cute kid. Although my impression of the second picture was that it looked like something had gone horribly wrong at the deli counter. TAFKABP suggested I call it "Nick's Halloween Deli." Somehow he's subtler than I am. Huh.

Anyway, congrats to Dave and Kim. And Nick, for now being Nick.

Okay, enough goo-gooing over babies. Back to your regularly-scheduled cynicism.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween


Boo.

I didn't wear a costume today, but I told my Logic students that I was dressed as my own evil twin. Then they asked me if my evil twin would be nicer to them than I am.

Rotten skunks. Hehe.

On another note: Still not eating meat, seventy-two days later. It's gotten to the point now that I don't even consider that during the course of my day. We discuss what we're going to eat, we pick something, and we make it. The fact that meat isn't included in the conversation becomes less noticeable all the time.

Weird.

Tomorrow starts NaNoWriMo. I think I'm ready. I need something to kick me in the ass and make me keep at it.

I got confirmation today that I'll be teaching two sections of Comp I at OCCC next semester. I'll also be teaching two sections of Fundamentals of English and one section of Comp II at Rose. That's more like a real workload. Should be fun.

We'll be driving to Minnesota for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure how many days we'll be up, but we'll have time to see many of you in the Twin Cities area (those of you not traveling to other places, that is). That's only three weeks away. Yikes.

Friday, October 26, 2007

NaNoWriMo

A few days ago MacAdoo* mentioned that he's facing National Novel Writing Month (shortened to NaNoWriMo for people, like me, who are too lazy to say/type that all out) for the second year, and that he's conflicted about what to write during the month of November. In the past I've rejected the idea of participating in this. I have a few reasons for my avoidance:
  1. I can barf out 50,000 words in a month on any topic, but this seems to encourage the writing of crap.
  2. In the publishing world, if you can believe agents and their assistants, such as Miss Snark and The Rejecter (and I think you can), a novel is only (or at least for the most part) marketable between 70,000 and 100,000 words. Fifty-thousand will get you almost to the climax. It's a tease.
  3. For the past few years my primary projects have been outside the novel: a few screenplays, some short stories, some essays, and even some philosophy.

But I think this year I'll do it. In fact, I signed up for it this morning. The complication is that participants must write something new. Almost anything I have an interest in writing, I've been working on for some time. But I have a way around that.

My big novel project, the one that I wrote 30,000+ words toward this summer, qualifies. Since the work I've done to this point is prep (I even titled the file "Pre-Draft Draft"), and they allow for pre-existing notes and outlines, I'm classifying my material as "notes." I don't plan to use any of it word-for-word in the actual story, anyway. I couldn't. It's not a story--it's a description of a story. For now, I'm calling it Mostly Dead. Or maybe The Other Dead Guy.

So in a little less than a week I'm going to be intent on producing at least 1,666 words a day. Actually, I'll aim for 2,000, since that would put me closer to an actual novel's length. I'm sure in the beginning I'll be able to outdo that goal. After a week or so, though, I may bog down. I usually do.

Like I needed more to do. I'm grading a round of essays every three weeks and my Logic class keeps me jumping on a much more constant basis. Good thing I love teaching that. Right now we're doing Implicational Rules of Inference for constructing proofs in statement logic. Here's a sample:


1. ~X-->(~Y-->~Z)
2. X v (W-->U)
3. ~Y v W
4. ~X•T
5. (~Z v U) --> ~S .: (R v ~S)•T
6. ~X 4, Simplification
7. T 4, Simplification
8. ~Y-->~Z 1, 6, modus ponens
9. W-->U 2, 6, Disjuctive Syllogism
10. ~Z v U 3, 8, 9, Constructive Dilemma
11. ~S 5, 10, modus ponens
12. R v ~S 11, Addition
13. (R v ~S)•T 12, 7, Conjunction

And there we’ve proved that this argument form is valid.

Take that, you scientists and techies who live to torment me with your crazy jargon and such.

* I call him "MacAdoo" because of a long-standing inside joke. He's an actor, and he's prone to being cast in musicals. At one point I saw him in The Mikado, which I hated, though I thought he did well in his part. At any rate, we joked about doing a Scottish version of The Mikado, and it would almost have to be named The MacAdoo, because when pronounced with a Scottish accent it sounds almost the same.

And I thought it was funny. Which may be a point against the idea.