Day three is nearly at a close for me. My total word count as it stands is a whopping 3,736. Am I worried?
Not yet…but I do feel like my obsession with those damned numbers has already reached an unhealthy level!
That said, there is a LOT of freewriting happening with my NaNo novel. So much so, that I wonder if the term ‘novel’ even applies. I may end up with 50,000 words at the end, but when I edit, I’ll be chopping a lot of that out as useless hyperbole.
“Thanks for the rescue,” she said, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She leaned back, gazing into his bottomless emerald eyes and was swept up by the rush of emotions flooding through her body.
“What will I do when you’re gone…”
See what I mean… What the hell is that? Bottomless emerald eyes. Hey, they are words–technically, so they count.
Everyone attacks their project from different angles, and I’m no exception. I’m woman enough to accept that HUGE CHUNKS of my story, as it stands, are completely soulless. But maybe that’s not the point. Actually, I’ve had it pointed out to me that I might not win the prize…but at least I’m writing.
And that is largely true. Where before, the words were coming in spurts far and few between–now they are coming in large sections. I’ll take them and worry about the mess I’ve made when NaNo is over.
Day two of NaNo, and I have to keep reminding myself to chug along without looking back. As a random side thought here, THAT’S HARD TO DO! Self editing kind of comes with the territory, doesn’t it. (C’mon, I can’t be the ONLY one doing it….)
Anyway, I’ve managed to glue together the skeleton of the first five chapters and I now have what feels to me is more the scale of a novella than a full on novel. If I keep going at this pace, I’ll end up somewhere around the 25,000 word mark, which is WAY short of my goal.
So, what to do? There really is only one option at this point–and that’s to keep writing. I like to keep in mind that I never know what tomorrow brings. It’s not different with this story. Who knows, I might end up with a monster at the end of the month!
So back to work I go, squeezing out the words that will turn my idea into a finished product….
I’ll leave you with a short excerpt. Feel free to leave a comment letting me know what you think!
The seductive song of the crickets has begun, luring me to the open window beside my rumpled bed. The long pale yellow curtains ripple in the cool summer breeze of the approaching night. Outside, the sky bleeds a rusty red.
Bathed in the red glow, a man slouches against the porch of his small farmhouse. His rough fingers slide over the warped railing, scattering flecks of dirty white paint onto the broken floorboards. His wrinkles deepen as he tilts his head down to stare out at the wide expanse of land surrounding his shack.
Beyond the shadows, Alastor lays in wait.
And so begins NaNoWriMo! I woke up, tended to life, and then sat down to write. But, before a single word tumbled into my story, I blanked–just stumbling through the web and thinking. Mostly about things unrelated, but then I opened my NaNo email and found a mini ‘pep talk’ stuffed amongst the buddy list notifications.
Some things to remember this week as you set off on your noveling adventure:
-Turn off or lock away your Inner Editor.
-Try and hit the goals that you’ve set for yourself! Don’t delete or hit back space; just keep writing!
-But don’t be too serious – this is all in the name of fun! Remember that.
So now the work begins. I’ve got my outline all squared away, the ideas locked up tightly in my head, and the words primed and ready. Did a self check to squash that inner editor–I imagine him kinda like this:
Then I made a mental note to forget that the keyboard has a back space function… Okay, that last is still a tough one to grapple with but I AM TRYING.
At any rate, I’m taking things lightly and not trying to stress myself over the small stuff–like common sense. My NaNo story takes place (partially) in a made up world that I’m going to work this month to flesh out, and rules of common sense just don’t apply. So I’m going to take the opportunity to laugh at myself and ride the bumps of stupidity all the way to the end.
And when November is over…then I’ll worry about what it is I wrote!