For the third year in a row, I finished my 50.000 words on time. And in record time, in fact, as I finished right at the end of the third week.
What I know now, after 3 wins in a row, is that the word count is no longer a hurdle for me. Not really. But for all the years I failed, writing daily (or at least semi-daily) and in sufficient amounts was the only problem I could see.
This year something felt off about the whole process, something about it bothered me a lot, and it took me the remainder of November to realize what it was.
I've got the word count. Now I need to focus on completely different aspects of writing -- whether it's a short story or a novel.
It's about that time again. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to attempt to write 50k words in 30 days. That works out to 1667 words a day on average.
I've chosen to do a story focused on the main character of multiple stories so far (he was named in 1-800-Energixx and Pay Day, unnamed in Crashlanded).
The moon had been colonized by Earth for a few very straightforward reasons. The most prominent was that it held helium-3, a very potent fuel source that had made Earth dependent on it in a few short decades. The second most prominent one was the far lower gravity, which made producing and launching space missions easier, cheaper and far more reliable. Earth had pretty much stopped producing space ships since the space elevator started operating. The third reason was simply that they wanted to, it was close by and they owned it, goddammit.
The Halloween party was in full swing and the music was causing some of the crowd do dance rather wildly. The atmosphere was good, there was loud conversation and laughter, and there was a hook-up in every corner.
All in all, Constantin thought, this was a good night. He was dressed like Dracula, the most known and stereotypical vampire, complete with the red cape and the silly hair. He'd chosen the Bram Stoker's Dracula movie version. Sometimes it's best to just play into expectations.
"Shit, Jim, I can't hold it, we're going to go have to bail somewhere! The life support systems are about to go!" Jeffrey shouted over the blaring alarms.
"Ugh, you're right!" Jim shouted back, trying to put out a fire with an extinguisher.
"Scanner says that planet over there has a non-toxic environment, I'm setting us down there!"
"Fine! Just get us somewhere we can make repairs!"
Jeffrey nodded to a Jim who wasn't looking and locked in the coordinates. The ship pinged to acknowledge the course correction.
"Warning: The current course will cause you to miss your delivery date," the computer VI said with a weird lilt to its voice. The voice was hardly audible over the alarms. Jeffrey pushed the override button hard and turned to Jim.
Noah switched songs and sat back again. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen.
She had nice photos, but it just didn't click for him. It wasn't that he didn't think she was interesting, but he just felt that nobody was interesting enough. That was in no way based on their personalities -- what little he could gleam from these shallow apps' profile texts -- but purely on the amount of hassle he felt would accompany any attempt to connect. There was just something hollow about it.
"Stop reading these words.
No, really, stop reading right now.
I'm not saying this for me, I'm saying this for you.
Stop. Reading. Now.
He'd been afraid to say anything, but he was also afraid of not figuring out what this all was. They had known each other for years and there'd always been this energy in the air, something he didn't have with any of his other friends, boys or girls. It was new to him, and it sometimes made it difficult for him to think. Over the past few months, that feeling had only gotten worse.
It wasn't always, mostly it was just regular ol' Andy, Elouise and others hanging out. Playing games, watching movies or just talking about random stuff.
He flipped the switch and the primary oxygen systems whizzed back into life. He flipped another and the backups sputtered and stopped. The bimonthly maintenance had become so routine he hardly had to think about it anymore. He pushed off and floated through the corridor, past the pictures of those who had come before him.
There were the pictures of his own crew, 4 of them, all looking happy. They had just arrived at the International Space Station and everyone was excited to finally be out here. For him it had been the 3rd time in space, but for the rest it had been their first stay at this home away from home planet. There had been a giddy atmosphere that he'd been happy to join in on.
Larry shot a fireball from his hands, which would have smacked her right in the face, had she not dodged out of the way just in time. She was floating a few yards above the ground and still had complete control over it, something he was hoping was not the case.
He was hiding behind a car and was thankful for this fight happening in a car park. At least there were enough places to hide.
A bolt of electricity shot his way. Middle-aged as he was, he dodged more by accident than on purpose, as he tried to move deftly to the side but found himself tripping over a metal beam. He slammed down on the ground, and a searing pain shot through his back.
Fucking dilapidated car park, he corrected his previous happiness about the location.