Writing Progress

I've figured out what the Sterlings arc is: Situation Pornography. Instead of setting the reader up for a laugh, I hope to set her up for arousal, and I've got a varied cast living in different places and in different plotlines to do it all with. I did 2,616 words today, bringing my four-day total up to 12182. Given that by NaNoWriMo standards I should be somewhere around 6,668 words today, that's a respectable margin. I hope I don't blow it.

After the 9,500 words or so of high-powered futanari porn complete with vague moments of nonconsentuality, two characters who get off on each other's power, minor water sports, vibrators, anal play, and voyeurism, it's time to write a 5,000 word interlude of vicious gossip (must introduce new characters waiting in the wings, plus get the audience up-to-speed on characters that have been idling for a while), intergenerational angst, and gentle girl-on-girl romance.

Before I get back to Khrystyne pushing Saul just a little too hard (needed some Rough Gay Sex™ in there to keep some of my fans happy), Dove trying ineptly to seduce Polly, and one very long threesome scene.

Painful realization

Do you remember the Twisted Sister video "We're Not Gonna Take It?" (If you don't, YouTube remembers.) It's the one with a father confronting his son, who looks to be maybe fourteen or fifteen, with the rant "Who are you? What are you? You do nothing, you are nothing, you sit in here all day and play with that sick, repulsive electric twanger! I carried an M-16 and you, you carry that, that, that guitar!"

I have reached the age where I have more sympathy for the father than I do for the kid.

Fun. Hobby. Play.

Hey. Whenever I read the posts of jaylake or autopope, they always describe their daily wordcounts as "work" (or as Autopope puts it, "wurk").

Since I'm doing this for something else, I've decided to label mine "play."

Today I played for 2536 words. The intermission is over (and it has a nice love scene with Rhiane & Illonca), and started the scene where Saul realizes that he's out of his depth with Khrystyne, but he's not willing to admit it to her because then he might lose her (man, how soap can I get?). It won't be for a few weeks before Ash & Arwen make him realize just how out of depth he is.

Hah! And I've figured out who my cross-dresser is. Oh, this'll be fun.

The really nifty part is that the timing actually works. I was afraid that there would be too much, or worse too little, time to get all of the scenes in that I wanted between when they left Sparta and when they arrived at llerkin. It's going to be close, but it actually works so damn well that they'll be on llerkin for the (ahem) climatic scene where... nah, I'm not giving away everything. Not even the obvious.