I, Kendall Driscoll, crossed the NaNoWriMo finish line with 50,012 words exactly four minutes before midnight! I wrote a 50,012 word novel all in the month of November. Technically, I started four days late into it and 8,000 words behind, but now, I've successfully completed National Novel Writing Month for the third time in the last four years! Time to sleep and catch up on the several hours of sleep I've lost in the last few weeks! Tomorrow, I actually have a decent blog post talking about my novel and the challenges this month included.
Today's the last day of NaNoWriMo. 48,005 words right now. Just need to muster another 2,000 words before midnight.
Guess what. I'm finally caught up. 23,636 words. Celebration time? Not yet. Still got to get through the rest of this busy week and keep up the noveling. Wish me luck!
Somehow, I am making it all happen. It's like pure magic. I've logged in 10,355 words as of right now, and I'm ready to collapse in the bed and call it a night of hopefully peaceful dreaming. Tomorrow's my Furman band concert! Woohoo! Looking forward that...just need to sneak maybe an hour or two of practice in before the concert...and still log in some more words for NaNoWriMo.
I am once again (for the third year so far) embarking on the wonderful journey of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). It was only a few days ago, I decided to jump on the bandwagon (four days late, I may add), but I am officially doing it and charting my word count. What's my goal? Write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days (aka. the month of November). Every day until the end of November I'll be playing catch-up trying to make up the four days that I missed. Quite honestly, I hadn't intended on doing NaNoWriMo this year considering that it seemed impossible to balance college work and novel writing, but this year, I'm seeking to conquer the seemingly impossible by balancing out the life of a music major, the life of a novelist, and the life of a Furman student. Wish me luck, wisdom, and plenty of pep talks to help get me through this literary endeavor. I'll be charting my word count progress throughout the entire month, so feel free to cheer me on through to the 50 K finish line!
The College Novelist
P.S. 6,031 Words thus far
Some days, I find myself poetically observing the world trying to find some philosophical truism to life. Some days, I find the world fascinatingly beautiful. Other days, I'm simply repulsed and destroyed internally by the world in which we live. Today, just happens to be one of those dismal days.
Stephen Blackpool, a character from Charles Dickens' novel Hard Times often says how all the world is a muddle. In his case, his world is unjust, corrupt, and quite confusing at times. Kinda like the world we live in, huh?
At times, it seems as if we live in one screwed up and dismal world.
We laugh at all the wrong things--things that shouldn't even be considered funny because they're so terrible.
We hurt people with words rather than with stones and daggers, and sometimes, words end up doing more harm.
Sometimes, we simply don't care, and that hurts. Apathy wounds those who actually care, but how can you spur someone to actually care?
The world is an unfriendly place at times. A place of business, work, and machines. A place devoid of emotion.
People take pleasure in watching the pain and suffering of others. Some even hope for it.
We tear down others, so we can feel better about ourselves.
We judge people by their exterior and fail to see that they have a beautiful heart, mind, or soul.
All the wrong things seem to matter.
The news is always focusing on the crime, the murder of innocents, the feuding countries, the politcal mud slinging, and how we're dooming our bodies to cancer by simply living life.
The world nauseates me at times. I'm finished ranting now.
Kendall Driscoll is an accomplished writer/ musician/ artist/ academic scholar.