Hell hath no fury like the 13th day

In two days time, I should have written 25k words. Halfway point of the month for NaNoWriMo. I, however, have been burning the proverbial candle at both ends this weekend, which seems to be having its toll.

I am tracking my progress with Excel, I have dipped below the line for the last two days. I am also recording how many words above the daily target I am or in case of today how many behind I am.

writing target

Tommorrow its time to get back on track.

Writing in different places – A view over Windermere

I suppose I am extremely lucky. I am sat overlooking Lake Windermere, in a huge mansion-like house, open fire (again) sitting rooms, a dining room that comes with a bell to call to the kitchen, yes seriously and large bedrooms with whirlpool bath and more bells to call to the kitchen.

I am away for the weekend, for the 2nd weekend running, suppose life could be harder. I am away with friends, we have walked/climbed up hills, the nights have been filled with laughter, food (more than enough to feed double the numbers), wine, cocktails, Fifa 18, and good company.

I have managed to stay up as late as everyone, the odd trips to the Jacuzzi outside keeping you awake with the cold and heat at the same time.  I am always the first awake which is now actually a gift. I get to see the morning, listen to the quietness of the house, see the lake, the sun and more so I get to write.

I am ahead slightly on NaNoWriMo, but there is a long way to go for anyone not there. The house is quiet, the only noise is the trees and the wind blowing. This is the life, now I just need to decide do I go for the taster menu or the set dinner at the Michelin starred restaurant we have booked for lunch.

Progress, hispanic, mexican and names from the 1800’s

The laptop charger has now given up completely. I am currently word count wise a day ahead which is ok as I won’t it seems be writing on the train in the morming. This being written on my phone.

A 2nd replacement charger has been ordered. This is since July, what is it with the Microsoft Surface?

The book is coming along,I’m quite happy with my character names after googling top 100 boys and girls names with other elements such as Mexican, Hispanic, American, top names from 1800 it’s quite interesting, the are quite a few characters already and several twists and turns and the story is just on the first day. It’s nice having no time boundaries that I gave myself with the last story.

That I have shelved for a short period while I do nanowrimo, after recently reading a tip while editing . Once finished leave for a period before printing off and reading through cover to cover. You can make edit notes but don’t correct on the digital version. Ask your self questions. Does it flow ? Does it make sense? Are there bits that would help the story along.

Writing challenges broken equipment

I’m two days in on Nanowritemo and was I thought achieving good progress, words were flowing and I am ahead in the word counts. Then disaster.

My Microsoft surface has decided to stop charging. I’m hoping it’s just the charger but that was only replaced in July after the first one gave up. I’ve managed to balance it somehow at an angle on the floor. It’s charging but I can’t write anymore. I’m hoping it will have a charge for the morning.

This post is brought to you from my phone.

NaNoWriMo – The day the magic came

I have 98% finished my novel, it needs a few last edits. However, I wanted to do NaNoWriMo, which involves 1,666 words for the next 30 days. I have had an idea for a while and it is more the genre that I read, Fantasy.  It’s a rough draft then edited after the 30 days. So I am not going to apologise if there are some edits needed. I have been off today so able to spend some time in Ziferblat in Manchester writing. If you aren’t aware of Ziferblat its a pay as you go place to be creative, check out the link. I have so far managed 3439 words, so in theory, I am a day ahead, but I imagine I will need that at some point.

Anyway here is the opening chapter.

Chapter one – The day the magic came

Today, was the day when magic came to the world, not the Paul Daniels or David Blaine type magic but real bona fide magic. I suppose I am classed as a magician, but I am getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning.

It was the 1st of November 2017, which is ironic as the previous day being Halloween would have been more appropriate. I suppose somewhere in the world it might have been Halloween when it started. No one realised at first, or I didn’t. My name is Jake Arrow, I was nineteen when it started. I was studying History at University in York.  The day had started like many others I had made my way to my first lecture of the day. I had not noticed the graffiti with the words el flaminto scamore that had appeared since the previous day in several places around the city. I was half asleep as it had been a late night the previous evening, we’d completed a large assignment, and that was something to celebrate. As I walked I briefly checked my phone, there were no new messages from Nicky.  I had been seeing Nicky for over a year, but my going to University had put a strain on the relationship, and my life at university if I am honest. I had arranged to call her last night, but the flowing drinks put a stop to that. I had texted her several times at the end of the evening with my beer head on, not the best of ideas. I checked what was trending and scoffed, nearly at the top was #RonaldoMagic  and at the top #Realmagic. I wasn’t his biggest fan so didn’t look what was being said. I was tired, I had stayed up later than I should and didn’t sleep well.  That should have helped me get into my lecture of time being awake, it had the opposite effect, however.  I was late. As I approached the building my lecture was in, I noticed a crowd of students gathered around something or someone. I was unable to tell as there must have been I’d estimate fifty people. They were chatting away, and I heard a few murmors and gasps. I looked at my phone for the time. I was curious about the now growing swarm of people but not curious enough to be any later.

I tried to sneak in unseen, but that I realised wasn’t possible. The class was half full today. That I found weird. I slipped down beside a friend I was out with last night, Matthew.

He grinned at me and mouthed quietly “Real Magic eh.”

Not another one I thought, how good was it that everyone seemed to be talking about it, first Twitter and now Matthew and he didn’t even like football.

“Not seen it,” I answered.

The history tutor looked over in my direction.

Matthew looked aghast at me. “Really?” He exclaimed.

I shook my head. “You need to see it, really I mean. This will change the world.”

Bit melodramatic I thought. The tutor had stopped talking and was looking in our direction

“Late night was it lads? Or are you going on about the obviously ridiculous magic story?”

I tried my utmost to not make eye contact. It wasn’t my first time I had been late for this lecture, there own fault, why put a lecture on a Friday morning this early.

“It’s true Sir.,” someone from the front of the class said. I looked up it was Jeanne.

“Really?” the tutor said cynically.

“There are video’s out there” she responded.

“And that must mean its true.?” he answered her.

Was I the only one that didn’t know what the hell was going on a wondered. Matthew passed his phone to me. “Watch this, ” he said. It was a video on YouTube, his headphone was still plugged in. I discretely put one in the ear away from my tutor. He was having a conversation with Jeanette at the front of the class.

I pressed play. That was the moment my life changed.