NaNo: Last night I wrote 1922 words, and the manuscript stands at 38,799. (I know, it seems like I would’ve just written one more word to hit the round number, but then why not write 200 more for the even rounder number? There’s no end to it when you let yourself get caught up in the significance of the arbitrary. Which doesn’t always stop me from doing so.) I was stuck on a scene, so I quite literally sent in a man with a knife. Which turned out to be exactly the right thing to do, I think.
Otherwise: Uh, I worked, at work. So that was workish. And did the usual evening things (cooking, washing up, TV). I played Skyrim a bit, though not as much as I might wish. I managed to slaughter a mine full of bandits and get my newly-acquired house carl killed, though, so that’s something.
I may take today off NaNoing. Can’t work on my lunch break because I have to do a bit of work on another book, and I’m on solo kid duty tonight. May be too tired. I should do some outlining instead. I’ve done two weeks without missing a day; tonight I’ll only write if I feel overwhelmed by inspiration.
Twelve days until I leave on my vacation. Time is slowing down a little more every day. That subjective slowness will last right up until the moment I arrive at my destination, at which point time will accelerate mightily, I’m sure.
How do you kill a house?
With fire, I would guess? But this was my house carl, which is kinda like a house boy, but with a sword and shield.
I haven’t yet used the “enter a man with a knife” tactic in my own NaNoNovel, but I do have a character named Mr. Ian Woon (anagram of NaNoWriMo, of course, but it’s probably going to just be a placeholder name; it’s sort of inappropriate for my setting). I also don’t have Skyrim yet, but I hear the rate at which horses get carried off by dragons borders on the surreal.
I’ve only killed one dragon, but then, I’ve only played a few hours, and I tend to go underground to murder things in caves at every opportunity, where dragons don’t seem to hang out.