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Originally Posted by Douglas Rhodes
It's nice to have a vet chugging along with all of us.
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My first Nano was a big crapfest. I think I logged about 800 words before finally giving up. My friend is going through the same problem right now. Seems she already gave up, but she hasn't even begun.
My second Nano went a little better. I hit the 50k but didn't actually write the ending. I think it stands at around 109k right now with no end in sight (or desire to make one)
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Originally Posted by Douglas Rhodes
Today was one of my hardest writing days so far. After yesterday's 5000 words, I just didn't want to write. My goal was 2000 today, and I made it finally, but it took me all day to get to writing.
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Dude. I feel for you. I churned out those 6500 and worked until 3am my last serious writing session. I just haven't had the spark since. I'm pretty much exhausted from two days ago with that.
I did just crap out 300 words and found out something interesting about my second supporting character. Sarge knows him from his past.I hadn't envisioned it this way originally, but it just makes more sense and kind of links back to Chapter 1 a little bit. I think it only makes sense that the other guy trapped down below is the guy he was going to rescue in the first place. I think the role of eccentric inventor who created half this tech is now going to shift over to my airship pirate, who will be met in act 2. I have bigger plans for her. This guy's toast come Act 3.
That and the end of the chapter reads much better this way.
The old Chapter 7 ending didn't introduce the character, like it was supposed to. Instead it ended in a cheesy cliffhanger where the hero passes out from his wounds (suffered at the hands of zombie guy) after having flashbacks of his life.
"Everything blinked out of focus as the world went black."
Now it stands thusly:
“You know what I called you. You know who you are.” The man inched closer, candlelight danced across his face. “We’ve got big problems.”
Sarge blinked through blurry eyes, staring at his savior. He saw him, recognized him. “Damn right we do. You’re supposed to be dead.”