I'm in the final two weeks of NaNoWriMo and I'm exhausted.
For those of you who are new to this somewhat psychotic exercise, the point is to write a 50,000 novel in 30 days.
Divided up, it seems rather simple. 1,666 words per day.
Well, not so much. Not when you have a full time job, when you're a single mother, when you have this weird thing called a "life", when you're one of those strange people who like to do that strange activity called sleep.
This is the second year in a row that I've participated on a serious level and, for some reason, this might be the more difficult year. I was trying to figure out why when it dawned on me...
I never did anything with last year's novel.
Well, at least nothing of import. I have an entire novel sitting on my computer, beta read and edited, waiting for me to open it back up and make fixes and changes.
That makes writing another novel a somewhat hard sell.
To me and the people who populate my real life.
Still, I'm plugging away between Supper Club, trips to the Bay Area, vertigo, the stomach flu, and keeping my children fed and clean. I've got less than ten days to go and am only a little under half way there.
My blog is neglected.
We've eaten pizza too many times.
Cereal for dinner is the new norm.
I didn't know there were tornadoes in the midwest until five days later.
There are bags under my eyes.
I'm questioning my sanity.
My characters are staring up at me questioning my sanity.
And there's dialogue. So. Much. Dialogue. My characters fill page after page with chattiness I'm assured can be edited out.
It will be worth it in the end, this manic push. I'm a Virgo. I work well with deadlines. I need deadlines. Without them, I meander through life procrastinating at every turn. Because really, considering I tap away at my story on a four-year-old computer that freezes at every turn while sitting cross legged on a kitchen table pulled up to the little cabinet I call my "office", a glass of wine and a couple hours of television is really tempting.
You might want to send tea. Strong, black tea. The wine made my characters a little too amorous, the wicked creatures.
8 hours ago