NaNo: Day Seven Recap
Nov. 8th, 2009 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenconversesWord Count: 11,052.
All right, so I'm lagging behind a bit. No worries. My goal is to get to 12,000 before I go to bed tonight, just so I'm a little ahead when I wake up tomorrow. Hopefully I can get ahead o the curve sometime this month.
In regards to the writing, I've definitely taken a stop in Ramble McRamble City for the last couple of scenes. I also feel like I'm skipping over several filler scenes and that the pacing is going too fast. All of this can be fixed in the rewrite process, I'm sure. As long as I get the general, fleshed out outline written this month. I'm pretty sure the fic is going to be over 50,000 words when I'm finished with it though. Yay for long fic, right!
Oh! Also, I have the title! It's not most snazzy title in the world, but I like it. Drumroll please as I present...
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Demigod Snatchers
:D
And your scene for the day...
Poseidon said nothing for a long moment, and his fishing line ticked as he reeled in back in a bit. Percy felt as though he was trapped in the middle of a bizarre father/son fishing trip that he had never signed up for in the first place.
“I do understand. All demigod heroes go through this phase at one point or another. We like to call it the ‘quest for normality,’” the god said, his tone serious. “Some succeed, but after a certain point in their lives, many simply reject their heritage and we simply fade into their memories.”
“I’m not going to – ”
Poseidon’s eyes glimmered sadly. “They all say that at one point or another. But you’ve proven yourself different from the others before. Just remember that you cannot stop being who you are – who you were meant to be, Percy. I fear the danger is not over for you yet, my son, and you cannot forget yourself otherwise it will spell your doom.”
Even though it was a nice day outside, Percy felt a chill go down his spine. He knew his dad couldn’t have just visited to be, you know, a dad – he had to bring a warning of doom and gloom as well.
“Can’t some else be the hero for once?”
“I think the question really is,” Poseidon replied, “would you want someone else to be the hero?”
His immediate response was Duh! He’d been the hero four years running; someone else deserved the chance to defy death and earn eternal glory and honor. Last summer had been his last year at Camp Half-Blood. He was ready to move on. Why wasn’t everyone else?
All right, so I'm lagging behind a bit. No worries. My goal is to get to 12,000 before I go to bed tonight, just so I'm a little ahead when I wake up tomorrow. Hopefully I can get ahead o the curve sometime this month.
In regards to the writing, I've definitely taken a stop in Ramble McRamble City for the last couple of scenes. I also feel like I'm skipping over several filler scenes and that the pacing is going too fast. All of this can be fixed in the rewrite process, I'm sure. As long as I get the general, fleshed out outline written this month. I'm pretty sure the fic is going to be over 50,000 words when I'm finished with it though. Yay for long fic, right!
Oh! Also, I have the title! It's not most snazzy title in the world, but I like it. Drumroll please as I present...
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Demigod Snatchers
:D
And your scene for the day...
Poseidon said nothing for a long moment, and his fishing line ticked as he reeled in back in a bit. Percy felt as though he was trapped in the middle of a bizarre father/son fishing trip that he had never signed up for in the first place.
“I do understand. All demigod heroes go through this phase at one point or another. We like to call it the ‘quest for normality,’” the god said, his tone serious. “Some succeed, but after a certain point in their lives, many simply reject their heritage and we simply fade into their memories.”
“I’m not going to – ”
Poseidon’s eyes glimmered sadly. “They all say that at one point or another. But you’ve proven yourself different from the others before. Just remember that you cannot stop being who you are – who you were meant to be, Percy. I fear the danger is not over for you yet, my son, and you cannot forget yourself otherwise it will spell your doom.”
Even though it was a nice day outside, Percy felt a chill go down his spine. He knew his dad couldn’t have just visited to be, you know, a dad – he had to bring a warning of doom and gloom as well.
“Can’t some else be the hero for once?”
“I think the question really is,” Poseidon replied, “would you want someone else to be the hero?”
His immediate response was Duh! He’d been the hero four years running; someone else deserved the chance to defy death and earn eternal glory and honor. Last summer had been his last year at Camp Half-Blood. He was ready to move on. Why wasn’t everyone else?
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2009-11-08 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-08 10:38 pm (UTC)