It’s graph time! I know nobody gives a crap, but it’s fun.
Mean song length: 3:51
The Five Star
Baby I’m Yours (feat. Irfane) by Breakbot
Also this because it’s fantastic:
And this because I TOTALLY CALLED IT in my NaNo last year.
What I wrote:
“Twenty years ago Google Face was practically brand new, just coming out of beta and gaining users at an incredibly fast speed. I guess that’s what happens when you practically release a Google Maps version for people […] Google Face not only tracks faces but also attaches to them an individual’s personal information, such as their date of birth, their parents’ names, their social security number, things like that.”
What the article says:
“Google is working on a mobile application that would allow users to snap pictures of people’s faces in order to access their personal information […] Google’s Profiles product includes a user’s name, phone number and e-mail address. Google has not said what personal data might be displayed once a person is identified by its facial-recognition system.”
The future is terrifying. This is exactly why I’m afraid of Google.
It came to my attention this afternoon that aside from the bit I posted for my NaNo profile, I have yet to post an actual excerpt from my NaNo novel.
So here it is.
This is pretty much the climax of the whole thing. Clarke escaped from the Googleplex (they were holding him because he knew some things he shouldn’t have known) and is now fleeing through one of the marshes that surrounds the complex. The Googlemen are basically Google’s hitmen thugs. Socrates is the name of the guy who has been feeding Clarke all the inside info on Google.
Please ignore how crappy this is, it’s unedited.
He crouched there as quiet as he could possibly make himself, his lungs burning as he tried to suppress his hurried breathing after running for so long. Even the coming together of his two eyelids as he blinked seemed excruciatingly loud to him as he sat squatted among the willows, the heavy rain catapulting down around him in a cacophony of water hitting already saturated land.
The next few minutes were terrifying—every second he expected the beam of one of the Googlemen’s flashlights to come upon him crouched there in the darkness, every second expecting some sort of violent confrontation. It didn’t help his nerves that the wind was utilizing the tall, wet willows as vocal cords, emitting low passing moans that sounded more like a dying dog than that of the howls one often assumes one would hear during a large storm. Clarke was soaking wet by this point, his shirt clinging so coldly to his body that it was almost painful, but this pain was in a way a welcome feeling as it reminded him that he was still alive, still able to get up and run when and if that became necessary.
When he dared move again he was as cautious as he could be, keeping his feet planted in the crushed willows and cold mud as he leaned forward inch by inch, his numb fingers parting the willows in front of his face in as organically a manner as he could manage, allowing himself to peer out and see if any of the Googlemen were still in the general vicinity. No sound met his ears but the moaning wind and the near mechanical falling of the rain onto the marsh; no light met his eyes but the dully reflected moonlight that was able to pierce the thick clouds in the sky shining off of the wetness all around him.
He knew he couldn’t trust his vision, his glasses being lost in the mud as he had ran from the Googlemen, but he assumed could trust his ears and his good judgment. There was no sound of anything human out there anymore. Moving millimeter by millimeter he worked to lift a foot from the muddied wallow he’d created for himself, making a mental note to remember to fluff up the willows when he departed, lest this obviously human-made depression in the marsh be spotted by a Googleman. As it was, he was taking enough of a risk attempting to flee via the marsh in the first place. Anything that went kiting through the willows was apt to leave a relatively noticeable crease through the usually undisturbed plants, and no doubt a trail of footprints to boot. However, in this rain Clarke surmised that any footprint he were to leave would be quickly swallowed up by the near liquefied ground beneath him, the marsh combined with the rain effectively erasing his trail as he made it.
At least, he could hope this would be the case. That was all he had left to do at this point.
His footing stabilized, he gradually drew himself to a crouching stand, too afraid still to stand upright but too much in pain to remain fully hunched over. The air was black as pitch around him, not even a subtle glow of an indigo night sky above the marsh was apparent. Everything was too clouded over; even the moon’s light hung like a dust covered lamp in the sky, its efforts to pierce the clouds too weak for it to act as an effective light by which to navigate, the dim beams lighting only the wet fringe of the willows that surrounded him on all sides.
Carefully—very carefully—he began to move again, every muscle intent on disrupting the willows he had nested in as little as possible. He had only to make it to the lake and he’d be free. Free forever.
But a step or two outside his protective nest, his ears picked up the sound of something hurrying through the willows behind him. Faint at first, slow but deliberate—and then in an instant the noise picked up and seemed to be joined by other noises from all sides around him. He had made not a sound—or so he thought—but yet they had found him. They had hunted him down, an unknown amount of the brutal Googlemen that had been dispatched hours ago to seek him out. He tried to remain quiet, but panic overtook him and he was moved by some blunt force of fear within him to move as quickly as he could, regardless of the consequences.
“Hey! Over there!”
The shot came a split second after the shout. Had Clarke not been anticipating this he would have surely been killed on the spot, but as it happened the bullet missed him as he preemptively had ducked out of the way.
He broke into a sprint—or as much of a sprint as he could get up to running through a marsh during a rain storm. The suction of the mud around his feet was agonizing, making him feel as if he were in one of those dreams where, no matter how hard you tried, you could never run fast enough from whatever it was that was coming to get you, or could never move fast enough to prevent yourself from being later than you already were to wherever the dream selected your presence to be desired.
He sloshed wildly as he attempted to run, the mud grabbing onto his feet, onto his ankles, pulling him down when he was making every possible effort to walk across it. He felt one shoe succumb to the mud, a hearty slop of a sound hitting his ears as he pressed onwards, too concerned with his life to worry about what possible hazards to a naked foot may lie in the marsh. He could almost feel them closing in on him from behind. The frantic shouts of the Googlemen were something he had been all too familiar with from his time in solitary confinement. He had heard them then as he heard them now, but it certainly was of a different feeling knowing that the shouts were for him, that these highly trained men were seeking out him, each one of them armed with god knows what weaponry, each one trained in the art of knowing how to murder another human being in less than fifteen seconds.
Clarke had no time for these thoughts now; now his thoughts were solely on finding the lake. The marshes in California were expansive and not very well kept, Clarke knew, but he also knew that they were riddled with lakes. Socrates had told him, perhaps in his greatest blunder, that this particular marsh held a particularly large lake…no, not a lake but a tributary…a river that bowed outwards like a lake near the middle of the marsh but eventually returned to its river-like slenderness as it wove through the patches of willow and lily pads until finally emptying out into the Pacific Ocean.
The ocean. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he needed. That was his survival now, reaching the great blue expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Never mind the hazards that such a journey would entail; as of now his goal was to reach the first leg of that journey, the first leg being the lake.
He was stumbling wildly now, feeling the tear of the bitterly cold mud at his bared ankles. The suction pulled at his jeans; had they been another centimeter around at the waist they would have surely been sucked the way of his shoe, but as it stood they were simply being yanked downwards, but not enough so so that he would lose them. His movements grew sloppier as his body, no longer able to ward off the coldness of the night despite his intense physical activity, was slowing down, becoming number and clumsier. But he couldn’t give up. He couldn’t let them get him. He turned his head in time to catch a search light, its hot white beam alarmingly close to him as it jutted through the tangle of willows he’d left behind.
The beams were creeping up all around him now, some of them shining in front of him as the Googlemen slowly over took him. Where was the lake? He could hear it, he could even smell it, smelling the placid, still water through all of that water which fell actively from the sky and bounced off of the plants around him. Through his near blindness, caused both by his horrible nearsightedness under his lack of glasses and the unrelenting raindrops falling into his eyes he thought he could make out…yes…a clearing! Ahead of him to the right! He couldn’t see the lake per se, of course, but what appeared to be a large area devoid of willows, a blacker shape against the blackness amongst the wet plants and muddy banks, could be nothing other than the lake he had so actively been pursuing for the past several hours.
Manically he dove through the willows at an almost inhuman speed for how exhausted he was, allowing himself the emitting of a hysterical yell, a yell of near triumph and of near freedom. It was doubtless that the Googlemen behind him, who were pressing up against his lead with an alarming closeness, heard this yell, as it was followed by a series of frantic shouts from the hunting group behind him.
He heard another shot ring out but was too focused on getting to the lake to take any sort of evasive action. As it was it didn’t matter, as the shot was a wild one and the bullet had no chance of hitting him even if he’d decided to stand up and be still. He was so close, so tantalizingly close…the only reason he had time to even contemplate how close he was to freedom was because the willows and mud and rain and slickness were preventing him from reaching his destination with the speed that his mind, body, and desire to live all wanted him to reach it.
But in another instant he was there, right on the bank, and it was as if time stood still as he took a running leap into the black pool of water that shone in the dulled moonlight like a well of ink. He was airborne for less than a second before hitting the water, and in another split second he was under.
It was then that he felt the shot.
As saturated as his clothes were, they didn’t prevent him from bobbing at the surface for no longer than half a second, the wet folds catching pockets of air as he dove towards the water, acting like over-effective sails in keeping him at the surface. One of the Googlemen must have seen—several of the Googlemen must have reached the edge of the water just as he’d taken his dive, as it registered simultaneously with the fact that he had been shot the fact that he could actually feel the warmth from the beams of their flashlights.
The sudden onslaught of sharp pain in his right shoulder, back behind his shoulder blade, made him expel all the oxygen he had taken hostage with him as he flew through the air towards the water. His lungs empty, his clothes finally saturated, he began to sink. He was barely aware of this and yet it was tantamount to his escape as being forefront on his mind. If he sank, his frantically worn through mind reasoned, they wouldn’t find him. He could sink and stay at the bottom until they left and then he could resurface and swim to the ocean, swim to freedom, by the light of the day.
By the light of the day…
By the light…
Today’s song: If We Ever Meet Again (feat. Katy Perry) by Timbaland
Best typo I’ve found in Googol so far: “There was only one thing Clarke knew for certain at that particular point in time—Google had ruined his privates.”
There’s also a whole paragraph on the main character scratching his butt that I swear to God I don’t remember writing.
I’d like to do something with this story; now that I’m rereading it I think it may be of actual interest to some people out there. I know I couldn’t ever get it published (first, because I suck, and second, because Google would sue my ass in a nanosecond), but maybe I might post it in installments here on the good ol’ blog.
What do you think?
Also, fake Christmas ruled. I got cooking supplies.
Today’s song: L’s Theme Part B by Yoshihisa Hirano and Hideki Taniuchi
So as I said yesterday, NaNoWriMo is over! My actual word count was well over 50,325…I just managed to fall asleep at the computer and by the time I woke up it was past midnight and I couldn’t update again, haha.
I kind of like where this year’s novel is headed, though that’s mainly because it was an idea I pulled out of my butt at the last minute and things just kind of fell into a nice coherent plot after the first 10,000 words or so. I don’t think it’s comparable to Prime, but Prime is special to me.
Now to not plan ahead for NaNo 2011 and have another panic attack the first week of November!
Today’s song: Uprising by Muse
I finally put a damn summary/extract up for my NaNo. And I apologize for all the previous as well as all the forthcoming blogs solely about NaNoWriMo. It took me about 15 days to get into it this year, but now I actually have a plot, I like said plot, and it’s fun obsessing over something other than school/applications/the unknown future.
Also, if you’re one of my friends who is not doing NaNo, I highly recommend giving it a try next year (or trying to get the 50,000 in the 9 days remaining). It’s more fun/less stressful than I originally expected.
Today’s song: Last Leaf by OK Go
So my plot, after half the month has passed, has finally come into its full form, I think. Totally out of nowhere this afternoon I let someone die, which is not that unusual for my plots (far from it; I think Prime was the only story I’ve written in like 10 years in which a major character didn’t die, but that was probably due solely to the fact that all my characters were numbers) but, like I said, came completely out of nowhere for the story that I’m currently working on.
It made the plot finally have something to say, though, and it is now out of the awkward teenager plot stage wherein it didn’t know whether to be an interesting plot or be just another “1984 crossed with Fight Club” rip-off.
I think I’ll finally put a plot summary up on my NaNo profile too, haha. Oops.
Today’s song: Disturbia by Rihanna
AAAHHHHH LAST TIME I PROMISE.
I’m killing my plot. Stabbing it in the back. Sorry, plot.
Now I’m writing about Google and the internet and all that good stuff. It’s like 1984 mixed with Pi. Nothing beats good old paranoia for a story, eh?
2,083 words per day is totally doable. I think at the end of November last year I was doing like 6,000 a night. I should have saved that graph, it was hilarious. Recreation:
Today’s song: Ex Ex Ex (In Flagranti Mix) by In Flagranti
I love how “may cause drowsiness” on medicines translates to “you won’t be able to stay awake for more than half an hour” for me. Same as “may cause dyskenesia” translates to “good luck sitting still for more than five minutes.” I guess passing out to sleep every hour or so is better than being too jittery to sit through class.
YES I KNOW I’m already behind. Read the first paragraph of this blog again and you’ll find one of the main reasons why. However, I’m super glad I impulse-bought that iPod Touch, because it’s been a godsend on the bus rides. I don’t have room enough to pull out a pen and notebook, so I just type on the iPod until I get to wherever I’m going. Snazzy.
My plot so far consists of ye olde science vs. religion issue, but not in a traditional way. I guess I decided to try and challenge myself by trying to write in one of my least favorite genres (science fiction), so who knows how that’s going to go. Hopefully soon I’ll get used to the meds and stop feeling like I got hit by a bus so I can actually concentrate.
Today’s song: When You Close Your Eyes by Night Ranger
So I got to about 1,700 words yesterday, reread what I’d written this morning, said “screw this crap” to it, deleted it, and am starting fresh. What genre will Claudia be writing in for this year’s NaNo?
Yeah, I know, what in the hell has gotten into me, right? I’m not a big sci-fi fan. I really only like Verne, Wells, and the awesome world that is Dune. I was going to really try to challenge myself and write some fantasy, but I’m not a mental masochist. Fantasy bugs the hell out of me.
This year’s plot is something I’ve kind of had in the back of my head for a year and a half or so. It was originally for my second short story for Intermediate Fiction back in spring 2009, but a (very long) discussion in which a plausible plot was developed led me to believe that it was far too complicated to be contained in 25 pages. So I guess it’ll be my NaNo.
Random aside, University of Pittsburgh, I found out, has a class on Leibniz. A WHOLE CLASS. I almost had a heart attack.
Today’s song: Swing Bop by Der dritte Raum
‘Cause I sure as hell don’t.
I have about 3 ½ different plots rolling around in my head as feasible options for the impending NaNo, but I’m not sure which one I want to go with. I’m half tempted to genre jump into a genre I either hate (fantasy, for example) or a genre I rarely read (mystery, chick lit insanity, etc.).
Haha, Prime went so smoothly last year. Writing karma is kicking my ass right now.
Today’s song: Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna
So the number of possible ideas for NaNo has exponentially grown over the past like five days.
Maybe I just won’t have a plan and go from “hey, this might look good on paper.”
It’s worked before.
But so has planning.
Today’s song: Life In Technicolor II by Coldplay
The only good thing about October is that there are only 31 (30 now) days left until NaNo starts. Seriously. Every October for like the past three years has blown heavy metal chunks for me. Screw you, October.
I don’t have a definite plot in place. Actually, I do. I have like five definite plots in place. I just have to choose which one to implement. I’m leaning strongly towards the road trip/religious undertones one, but I might genre ditch and go for a more sci-fi story, just to annoy myself and try to work within a genre of which I’m not a big fan.
Who knows? I didn’t know where I was going with things last year, but I finally got an idea on paper that I’d had in my head for awhile.
Today was probably the last sunny day of the year up here, so I took the opportunity to test out the accuracy of the pedometer feature on the new Nano by comparing it to a regular old pedometer.
Not too big of a discrepancy, considering I spent like an hour of those three hours wandering around in Safeway. I think the Nano is more sensitive to “wandering” steps (as opposed to the more deliberate “get out of my way, I’m faster than you” steps) than the pedometer, hence the difference. I’d also trust the Nano’s calorie counter thingy more, since you can actually set your weight, something you can’t do on the pedometer.
And yes, it took me three hours to go ~11,000 steps. Like I said, Safeway, plus the whole “maybe I’ll stop and wait for the bus, ‘cause I have no damn idea where I am” ordeal when I couldn’t find the store I was looking for.
OH YEAH, and this:
I found this movie via Netflix and was going to watch it in its entirety tonight, but this song from the opening sequence totally ruined that, ‘cause I had to go find it, download it, and listen to it on repeat for about three hours. Apparently the movie is like Inception, but better.
Today’s song: Mediational Field by Susumu Hirasawa
NaNoWriMo 2010 idea breakthrough!
That is all.
Today’s song: Around the Bend by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour