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NaNoWriMo Update

As we are nearing the tail-end of November, I thought it was about time I post an update. As you can see from the progress calendar to your right, there are a lot of days with no words written. Suffice it to say, it's been a rough month, with a lot of stuff going on, and I have accomplished well below half of what I intended to do. I'm still just under the halfway mark on The Daughter of Three, which, sadly, means I will still be working on it in December.

As I've proceeded along through my plots, my vision for where the book is going has been clearer, but most days I have just been too tired to apply butt to seat without falling asleep. Added to that, my major tech failure over the summer became more and more of a hindrance due to the slower processing speed of Morgainne (our aging HP Pavilion laptop), along with her much shorter battery life (roughly 35 minutes if I were working actively).

So, on the down-side, I'm still much further from done with the book than I planned to be. On the up-side, I got my new laptop (named Lorandir for my main character) on Tuesday, and it has been everything I've hoped for in terms of processing speed and technical capabilities. Since the Mac version of Scrivener is so far improved over the Windows Beta version, it's much easier for me to shift scenes around and add things, which is a very nice plus. So despite the impending madness of December in retail, at least I know my computer will function as needed and at the speed and battery life I want.

All right, back to work I go, but look for more posts from me in the near future, which may or may not include some short works I recently located in my old files during the last computer switch.

~Kieran

EDIT Dec 4, 2010: I removed the NaNoWriMo progress calendar (or lack-of-progress calendar, in my case) from the sidebar. It wasn't particularly encouraging to see all of those red-marked days, and I want to continue working to encourage myself, so I decided to cut back down to my regular progress bar.

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