Well, so I’m back from CampNaNo. (Not that I strictly speaking went anywhere, but you know what I mean.) It was both an eventful month and an uneventful month, in that I did very little other than write. So it was eventful for the characters, and not so much for me. But that’s as it should be, right?
Um, okay, maybe not.
Anyone who’s been reading my blog from before I suddenly went walkabout (basically, around this May) will undoubtedly realize that I had no trouble getting to the typical NaNo 50k. Which is what I put in for my Camp goal, because I didn’t really care how many word I got written. Why would I, y’know? My writing is naturally excessively verbose, so word counts have never really mattered to me; what matters is finishing the story.
And the fact that I’ve got a winner’s badge means I finished it!
On the last day.
At 155k words.
Which is probably a good five times as many words as are in the screenplay of the movie it’s a fanfic of. (Okay, actually, I have no idea how many words are typically in a screenplay. But there’s a lot of time in the movie devoted to ’70s-style music videos, and to concert performances, so it’s gotta have fewer words than most.)
The dialog is bloated, the descriptions virtually non-existent (seriously), subplots I planned to include are introduced and then forgotten, a large chunk of time was devoted to one romantic lead pining for the other while assuming he’d never be interested even though I had to literally wedge a handful of horny college coeds in between them to keep them from getting it on in their previous scene together, and the two leads undoubtedly spend more time out of character than in it. (Though in my defense on that last part, going all ooc with Curt was an inevitability, because he spent 90% of his screen time silent, singing, stoned or in a fit of rage. There wasn’t much time for him to be particularly well characterized. Also, I put both characters in all kinds of weird situations that the movie absolutely did not prepare them to deal with. Er, didn’t prepare me to know how they would deal with them?) Also, I’m sure that most of Arthur’s dialog and POV narration is entirely too American for an English character, and probably there are tons of anachronisms all over the place. (Hey, I turned 9 in the year it’s taking place. I don’t remember much!)
I actually had more trouble finishing than I should have, which is probably why the ending is rushed and o’er hasty. Because I pretty much lost all of this past Thursday. I was stretching my back on Wednesday night, trying to the get the “I’ve been writing all month and my back is killing me” kinks out of it. My favorite stretch is simply to bend down and touch my toes, holding for a while in that position. (Yeah, lame, I know.) Anyway, there I was, at midnight on Wednesday, standing on my bed (probably where the problem came in) to touch my toes, and it felt like something shifted sideways. It hurt so badly I felt nauseous, and I kept wiggling my toes to make sure that my spine was still connected; I was seriously afraid that I had shifted a vertebra out of position and was in danger of severing my spinal column at any moment.
Obviously, it wasn’t anything so terrifying. It was some kind of muscle thing. I went in to an Urgent Care place the next morning for some X-rays, and it was diagnosed as back strain/sprain, and they gave me some prescriptions for pain pills, and told me to spend the next couple of days lying on my back with my knees bent for as much time as possible.
I can’t write in that position.
Even worse, my father had been champing at the bit for me and my brother to come over and watch the “Ultimate Edition” Blu-Ray of Batman v Superman with him, because he hates watching anything alone and my mother didn’t want to waste three hours of her life on that. (While I don’t blame her, in theory, she didn’t actually use that time for anything to speak of.) I was not in the right frame of mind for that…though it may be that there is no such thing as the right frame of mind for that, particularly for me. (And if it turns out Suicide Squad isn’t worth watching, then that was a total waste of my time, since that was the only reason I agreed in the first place.)
Anyway, I did do a tiny bit of writing Thursday night. Then on Friday I spent all day alternating between brief periods of writing lying on my back moaning. Not really a lot of fun.
And then Saturday and Sunday I had to work. And on Sunday they went and closed off the main east-west street I use to get to work, and it took me half an hour to find a go-around! I know it’s partially my own fault for not taking highways, but they’re not actually that much of a time-saver: it takes about 33 minutes by street to get from my house and the museum, and getting home on the highway on Sunday evening took about 20 minutes. So, yeah, there’s some time savings there, but not a significant amount. And some lunatic in an SUV almost killed me because he decided he wanted to get over two lanes and didn’t bother looking to see if anyone was, you know, in one of them! (Why is it that the worst drivers are always the ones in the gigantic vehicles that are guaranteed to kill anyone they hit?)
Okay, so, lengthy rambling needs to stop now, because my back is telling me it’s time to lie down again.
Oh, btw, in the week that I missed? I came back and found 48 posts I needed to read. Which is why this post is going up now and not three hours ago. (And no, I did not spend those three hours sitting up. I was lying on my back to read those posts.)
Anyway, I hope to return to my usual content soon. Though possibly not as quickly as I had initially hoped, what with the whole back thing.