Oh no no no no no, NaNoWriMo...

I drew that.

It's week 3 of NaNoWriMo, for those of you that have no clue why I've been ignoring your phone calls and claiming appendicitis to get out of any other form of conversation, and last night during sprints I hit 20K and then 21K without even noticing. I'm behind in wordcount, but nothing some sprints can't fix. It's also only the very beginning of February in my story, and I have a storyline that ends at the end of December. I wrote 21,000 words about one month in my characters' lives! I don't know whether this is a good thing or if it's going to make me cry great tears of despair. I haven't decided yet. I'll decide later. No decisions till December.

I've been doing sprints to boost my wordcount. The competitive/community aspect of it makes me write more than I would if I were just sitting there by myself, so they're helping make up for the string of days I had where I wrote four hundred words or nothing at all.

Things I'm Worrying About Right Now:

1. The length. I'm posting it on Livejournal. Will the community shun me because it's too long? Will people not read it? How much can I crop out without affecting the story? How many words is it going to take to finish the story? How am I going to post it without making it seem like it goes on forever?
2. Typewriters. I'm going to typecast parts of my story, and I don't know if this has ever been done before. Well, I'm sure it has, but not in the crowd I roll with on LJ. They are fickle beasts and my life-force comes in the form of comments. What if I typecast parts of it, AND NOBODY READS IT?! AND I GET NO COMMENTS?! So I'd be working my butt off for a month and get no recognition. I'll either be exalted as a genius for creating an ~immersive story experience~ or everybody will hate me and my story will languish with its usual six comments from my friends that will read whatever I write, even if it's tentacle rape porn with characters that sparkle.
   
3. In story-world it's only the first week of February and I'm already at 21,066 words!! I was going to split my story into two parts: the first part would end the week before the Chicago riot in August, and the second part would start mid-riot and go to the end of the year. (I'm writing in 1968. Democratic National Convention, fer the win?) HOW MANY WORDS WILL IT TAKE ME TO GET THERE?! D: I'm worried that if I go any or skip more time I'll lose important things like the dramatic tension in my romantic plot aspect, or something equally brainmeltingly bad. It feels like it's not moving fast enough, but at the same time it feels like I've already gone too fast and left out important bits. And then I'm worried that part 1 is going to be a lottttt longer than part 2, or something. ACK. Oh, December, how I'm going to hate you...rewrites are going to be a motherfucker and a half.
   
4. WHAT IF NOBODY READS IT BECAUSE I'M A FREAK OR SOMETHING?! D: And I don't want to ask about the typecasting thing, because if I ask, I'll ruin the surprise, and I'm going to typecast it no matter what, just...why is LJ so retarded, that I even have to doubt the awesomeness of my typecast idea in the first place. Ugh.
   

So that's what's been going on. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to Andrew W.K. and panic.

xo
julia