I have been very naughty this month.
NaNo started, of course, on All Hallows’ Eve. But there were too many sweets and forgettable movies to be motivated at midnight. So I began, slowly, the following morning.
The Best Intentions
I had spent a month preparing. Dreamstorming. I thought I had the perfect layout for the novel I wanted to write.
The problem with that was I wanted perfection. I care so deeply about my characters. It was important that they be allowed to be exactly who I knew they were.
So, in a word, I choked. I told my girlfriend – on more than one occasion – that I felt I had a mouth full of peanut butter. I couldn’t speak. Neither could my characters with anything worth saying.
Procrastinating. Over thinking. Call it whatever you want. I was terrified to continue. Would all this NaNo hype be a waste?
A Reason to Celebrate
I welcomed some delicious distractions. My pre-NaNo excitement caused me to completely overlook my birthday, November 7. I assumed I’d have the work ethic to write though it.
That did not happen.
I am blessed to have something wonderful to celebrate and someone incredible to make it memorable. My girlfriend took off a week to spend with me. I feel lucky to have been confounded by love.
But November yields for no writer. Catch up has become the name of the game, the new strategy. I am pressing myself to get in my zone. To write without thinking, without ideas of what it should be.
Word count today: 11,274.
38,276 words in 19 days.
Forget the numbers. I’m writing a novel.