There ought to be a law against Christmas. OK, that makes me sound like the Grinch, and, after battling the crowds in shops and at the mall, it was better when COVID was circulating like a fire out of control.
I know that sounds bad, but I have better things to do than spend hours, first trying to find a parking spot, second, battle crowds, third, try and find a seat to get lunch, and fourth, wait forever to get out, stuck in a traffic jam – inside the shipping centre.
Just what are people thinking?
Anyway, I eventual go back home, after losing five hours of writing time, and being angry made it difficult to write. If only Chester was still her. I could vent to him, and he’d understand perfectly my annoyance.
And sage advice, why did you promise to go in the first place! Silly you!!
But eventually I got pen to paper and worked on the next part of the adventure, and mull over the legend, the one that few know the whole story of.
For the bean counters, latest word count is 3,254 for a running total of 90,883.
Well, I’m still writing, though since the start of the grand children’s school holidays has arrived and I’m now the official child minder.
It’s just a constant job jeeping them fed, and amused (I’d like a dollar for every time they’ve said they’re bored) and it is making it difficult to write.
So, it is left to the wee small hours of the morning to get it done, and it is proceeding slowly.
Yesterday I hit a wall (not literally) and couldn’t progress any part of the story because my brain had ceased to work. That’s usually writer’s block or something like that, but it was a mental thing. I had three chapters on the go, and in writing a later one, I’d hoped it would fill in the gaps for the two prior chapters.
It did, eventually, and now it’s flowing again.
Until I get to that great white plain of nothingness, heading for the lookout.
For the bean counters, latest word count is 3,322 for a running total of 87,629.
It went quickly. One minute it was the 1st and the next it was the 30th.
But then all NaNoWriMo Novembers seem to fly. Especially at the end when it seems you just posted the days work, and all of a sudden, it was the next day.
Because of the full commitment to the NaNo project, nothing else got done. IT didn’t mean that it wasn’t swirling around in my head, it was just there wasn’t enough time. Trying to maintain a social media presence, and write 3,000 words a day is impossible, so I had to abandon some of the social media tasks.
Now, I’m just exhausted.
Today I did something other than writing, a job that I’ve been meaning to get done for a while, finish painting the lounge room window frames. It’s not a large job, just time consuming, but it provided some relief from having to come up with new ideas for the story.
My NaNo project reached nearly 80,000 words for the month, and got to Chapter 55 of a planned 99. I had not expected it would take so many to cover the story. I am still working on it, and there will be updates throughout December.
As for everything that was on hold, work will recommence shortly.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t achieve what I set out to achieve.
Just not everything I intended to achieve.
But, that’s the nature of writing.
Of course, had I set my sights on a book that needed only 50,000+ words I would have completed the novel by now, and that is the case for the last three years.
This year I set out to push myself and finish a novel that I have been hunting and pecking over for two or three years. It needed something like a NaNoWriMo to screw up the courage to make an attempt to finish it.
At the outset I failed to realise the story was not going to fit in the constraints of 50,000 words. To be honest I had no idea how long it would be, but all I had to do was to let the story tell itself.
And I discovered the characters didn’t want to fit into a small box, they wanted to grow, they wanted to change, each following a path they never expected to follow.
And I’ve been with them, and they still have a ways to go.
Tomorrow will not be the end of their story.
For the bean counters, todays word count is a little less than the last few days, some 2,641 words, for a running total of 75,530 words.
This is going to be some story when it’s finished!
I guess quite a few of us on this journey would be saying the same thing.
Trying to fully devote yourself each and every day for as long as you can write might seem quite simple, like a mechanic can repairing engines, like an accountant poring over the accounts.
Well, it’s not that simple.
For starters you have to have a continuous train of thought, pushing the plotline along, not just for the one or two or three thousand words that are required as a bare minimum each day, but carry that forth over the thirty days of the month, leading to fifty, sixth or ninety thousand words of coherent story.
Most writers take a year, sometimes more to get that total.
They often write, two, three, four hundred words in a session, perhaps over a day, or several.
I’m amazed that my total so far is very close to seventy thousand words. That’s nearly a novel and a half.
But, it’s not going to be the whole novel when the thirty days are up.
For the statisticians, todays count was 3,242 words for a running total of 69,613.