Writing, last day

Well, I arrived at 32,925 words yesterday, after a marathon writing session. I just can't seem to squeeze out any more words. The story is basically done, and today I was under the weather and just couldn't bring myself to write. So even though I won't be a "winner" with 50k or above, I am still pretty proud of what I managed to do. I proved to myself that I can write, and be more prolific than expected, and plan to try again. Thanks to Alja for reading my opus, and offering editing advice. I may just continue to shape the darned thing into something readable, and if I do I will let you know.


Writing, Day 15

I have passed the 15,000 word mark, and even though I am proud of myself I am behind on my word count. As I try to catch up to where I need to be, I've come to a realization about my story.

I am seeing shades of the film Out of the Past, which is a classic in the film noir genre. My story isn't a classic, and isn't exactly like the story in the film, but involves the theme of a man torn between the love of the good girl, and a sick attraction to the bad girl. A major component of noir is the protagonist's obsession with the femme fatale, who drags him down from his morality and brings him to a point of having to choose between his higher calling and his baser instincts.

Often, the protagonist is placed in physical danger from the conniving spider woman. Sometimes the protagonist ends up having to kill the dame. I'm thinking right now that Jeff Evans, my detective, is going to end up worse off at the end of the book than when he started.

I found this image of a vintage postcard of Tiffin, Ohio from early in the twentieth century. It shows The Shawhan Hotel on the right, which is the model for my hotel, The Bennett, in Sherwood, Ohio.


Writing, Day 8

I am at nearly 9000 words now, with 20 pages under my belt. Of course the thing is complete crap, at least it seems so at the moment. But since the pressure is off to write something good, I am reveling in it, be it crap or not.

My private eye, Jack Evans, is getting entangled with a dark and mysterious woman who may or may not be all she seems. Jack seems to be a bit naive with the ladies, despite his wry, slightly jaded outlook on life. We shall see if he makes it through the tangled web, or if he is trapped for good...

That bit of writing actually seems better than stuff in the novel... Oh well. The photo is from a great movie called Don't Bother To Knock, and is one of the inspirations for the novel. Check it out if you get the chance. It stars Richard Widmark, Anne Bancroft, and Marilyn Monroe just before she really hit it big.


Writing, Day 1

So it's the first day of NaNoWriMo and I've gotten to 2398 words. I'm kind of impressed, although not with the quality of writing. I am seeing a few sparks of what this thing could become, however, and that's exciting. The piece is supposed to be a noir mystery set in 1948, but I haven't found the right snappy tone for my detective, Jack Evans. I am trusting that as I get to know him better, he will become more real and his personality will take on depth. The last thing I want him to be is a failed loser detective who is boring to listen to!