In a Post-NaNo Haze

November has come and gone, which means that my yearly endeavor in literary abandon has come to a close.  This year was fraught with illness and wordless days, but I somehow managed to come out on top regardless.

As usual, while trying to write one story, I was hit with ideas for three others - the downside to being an Aquarius, I imagine - and now have them waiting in the wings.  The first of which I am started to draft today, using primarily Google Docs.  I haven't done much with Docs before, preferring my fuddy-duddy hard file transfer ways.  However, in my month of NaNo-ing, I discovered that one of the computers I use for a lot of my writing has a flash drive port exactly even with the seat of the chair, and one turn too far and too fast would likely snap any drive sticking out.  As this computer does not belong to me, but rather my day (evening) job, I cannot change it, nor the chair, and had a couple of close calls that almost lost me my NaNovel.


So, Google Docs.  So far, I'm liking it.  I have yet to try it out on my android, though if it functions well enough, I may end up writing at a near-constant level (with the anticipated side effect of my thumb-typing WPM going up dramatically while my standard WPM remains the same).

The project I am starting first is as good as any to store in a cloud - it will be very Internet-oriented.  I took some time earlier to research some of the history of the Internet and the various tech involved, and found myself, of course, on Wikipedia.  About two sentences into the article, it occurred to me that researching the Internet via Wikipedia was as close to a personal interview as I would ever get, and it almost looked like my plot was on the other side of the monitor, reaching out and pressing its hand to the glass (ok, LCD).  Before you jump to conclusions, I was able to restrain touching my own hand to the screen, thank you very much.

What I was completely and utterly unable to do, though, was restrain myself from writing.  The first five hundred words spilled out onto the keyboard before I could stop them, and are now sitting comfortably in a clouded document.  In five hundred words, I've set up the world, described in the tone of the main character's voice.  That's a pretty productive clump of words.  We'll see where it takes me!  I'm hoping it's far away from this head and chest cold that's rattling around inside me.

-Em