Writing Progress Report

I was supposed to post this earlier, today, but for some reason I just didn't get around too it… oh well. It's not midnight yet. It's not late. (nodd) Though if I keep mistyping, it will be.

Okay, let me tell you how this is going to work. Come November, I'll be posting Weekly wordcounts for NaNoWriMo and talking about what I've written. Probably.

In the meantime, though, I'll use this to keep track of projects started and (hopefully) finished. I'll post progress wordcounts as I go, too.

Alrigh, now that it's explained…

Project's Began: 0 (nothing new)

Projects Continued:

Artificial —  This is the story of an artificial human who is found by love and escapes the bonds of slavery. It's cliched, but alos Sci-fi.  I like it, and that's all that matters at the moment.

1,100 new words, all written it one sitting directly after reading a Magical Words post (seriously, that blog is awesome, as are all the authors on it. Go see for yourself, I'll wait.) It brings the total word count up to 2,100. Another 2-4 thousand words to go, I think.

 Escape — This is another personal piece — I'm not even sure how to begin explaining it. I got inspired by running barefoot and coatless through a thunderstorm. That night, with it's awesome lightning flashes, hail, and sharp concrete (ouch) pretty much set the opening scene. Now I'm just exploring with my imagination.

Roughly 300 new words, written in a night of desperate war against writer's block. Victory, however small. Total word count: 7,300. Exactly.

Hick's Wood

This isn't so much a story as a series of vaguely story like ideas and random scenes. It's about this magic infested forest place—Hick's Wood—which is in part due to Old Man Hick (I know, I suck at names. I'll probably save them later on.), a slightly mad super-magician with more power than is probably good for anyone. Magical and malign creatures are drawn to this forest, partly because of him, and partly because of the natural magic—the same reason Hick makes his home there.

Hick employs a force of rangers, the Wardens, to protect the forest from invaders and invaders from the forest. These are ordinary (well, almost ordinary) men and women who have been armed with training and whatever magic they can get their hands on…

Yeah, I could go on for quite some time with this last project, but I probably shouldn't. And I don't have the time if I want to get this posted while it's still sunday here.

360 words, written while tired and feeling slightly sick (I'd skipped a meal or two. One of the many risks of being a cliched absent minded creative type. I'm totally re-rolling myself as a dashing rogue.) Another complete scene, but a random one. Evil unicorns.

Total word count: ? Um, I'm not really sure. I have two or three scenes floating about, dealing with different monsters, and another longer thing following on one of the Wardens.

And that's all. Hope I didn't bore you too much.

Go mbeannaí Dia duit,
M. S.