50,000: Better late than never!

There. I've done it. I just wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month, as I set out to do. I just typed out the 50,078th word, and made it to the finish line in the nick of time.

I wrote last month that the novel was going to suck. Now, I really don't know anymore. It is so hard to judge a work that you've been working on for hours on nearly every day: you become blind to its flaws. But the story may even not suck as badly as I thought it would.

Although the story is finished, the novel is not done yet. The scenes are written out of order and do not connect logically to each other. There is exactly one scene per chapter, and the chapter heading gives a perfect spoiler of what happens in that scene. Inconsistencies crept in while I changed my mind about how things should work. Things that should have been said only once are said twice, thrice, while things that need to be mentioned remain unwritten. As I wrote in English, which is not my native language, the vocabulary I used is probably limited. And I may even have made an occasional typo. Much work remains.

I hope to get this all fixed up during December. Then, if and only if I'm satisfied, I will print out copies for some friends. Whatever I do with the story afterwards much depends on their reaction. If it's total rubbish I might put it online for free; if it's brilliant I might try to get it published. The truth is probably in between, so neither might happen. We'll see.

NaNo taught me a lot of lessons. I might write more about all that later. I might also write up the “making of” story for posterity and future WriMos. But all that will have to wait. Right now, my arms are starting to complain of RSI again, and I have a much neglected social life to attend to.

But I did it!

NaNoWriMo

There. I've done it. I've signed up for NaNoWriMo, the “National” Novel Writing Month. I'll be writing a 50,000 word novel through November.

It's going to suck. I must keep telling myself that. I'll have to keep that terrible, terrible perfectionist inside me under control. Quantity, not quality. Editing comes later.

Writing nearly one thousand six hundred and sixty seven words each day is not going to be easy. I will need your support and encouragement. I will need a kick in the butt when I'm about to give up. You can see my progress on my profile page.

God does play dice

Einstein was wrong. God does play dice. I heard them rolling tonight.

It was nice enough weather for most of the day. A bit warm and clammy, but not much to complain about. Until, at half past nine, I looked out the window and saw it getting at least three stops darker over the course of less than eight minutes.

A quick check of the radar pictures confirmed that a pretty heavy thunderstorm was rapidly coming my way.

I had tried to photograph lightning the day before, but that had been in the afternoon. I couldn't use a long enough exposure time because the daylight was still too bright. Out of hundreds of pictures I only got one with a small lightning bolt on it. This time, it was rapidly getting darker, and not only because evening was falling. I must be able to do better.

I grabbed my camera and tripod and ran up the stairs to the walkway on the 7th floor. Out there the wind was getting stronger, and I had trouble keeping the camera steady on my light tripod. I removed the cord from the camera to make it catch less wind.

Varying the exposure time between 1/4th of a second and 15 seconds, I snapped many pictures in a row. The camera was a bit too slow for the task, so I didn't want to waste time looking whether I got any decent pictures. I took care to heavily underexpose them, so that when lightning arrived, it would not overexpose the picture.

Thunder rolled time and time again. It was as if someone up there was rolling his massive dice over the clouds each time the light flashed. I wondered whether even God would know the outcome of His roll in advance—if so, why was He even playing?

In the meantime it had started to rain, and the walkway on one side of the flat was pretty open to it. I took back a few steps to avoid getting drops on the lens and ruining my pictures. Many awesome lightning bolts flashed before my eyes, but often right in between two exposures. It seemed like the dice were loaded in my disadvantage.

When the best part of the storm seemed over, I folded up the tripod and turned off the camera. I smiled as I saw, right before the automatic lens cap closed, that the lens was dry.

As soon as I was back in my apartment, I pulled the 684 pictures off the card and started flicking through them. Many of the pictures had a light, pink sky, but no directly visible lightning. But I had gotten lucky a few times.

Then, while sorting out the pictures, I saw more flashes out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't over yet! So I mounted the camera on the tripod again and, not taking the time for all the stairs, went out onto the balcony. I could hear from the many shouts and exclamations that I was not the only one watching the show.

Suddenly, there was a flash brighter than all the others had been. Even before the light had died out, a cracking, deafening thunderclap sounded. “Fucking hell!” I exclaimed. The impact couldn't have been much over a hundred metres away.

Then I figured that, after this close call and my profanity, I'd better get back inside. God does play dice. I heard them rolling tonight. And I wouldn't want them to come down on my head.