I’m pretty happy with that word count meter because I never thought I’d make it that high in the first week. 17,267 words, several of which were achieved last night, coming home late after church and having a brief moment of panic that ‘oh, no, the day’s almost done and my inspiration’s probably all gone’. Well, when I started playing some Ennio Morricone GENIUS (it’s too epic to be called music, people), everything flooded back and I rocked it (if I do say so myself).
(Forgive me if this post seems stilted/weird. It’s 6:30 in the morning. And it’s NaNoWriMo.)
Anyway, that’s how this week started out, too. (Well, I guess it was last week now. Whatever.) On a Sunday, getting home at nine o’clock after a rather tiring round of planning for and bringing off an eighteenth wedding anniversary party for my mom and dad on that very Sunday (November 1st is their anniversary). So I was moaning about the unfairness of it all, having to come home and write after all my inspiration had definitely been sucked, but I ended up writing over 3,000 words. So much for dead inspiration. (Only, that time, I listened to Jerry Goldsmith genius, not Morricone.)
The rest of the week progressed quite well, though I wasn’t happy with the quality of my words most of the time and it’s still a thing that’s bugging me. I mean, I don’t want to look back on this November and see that I’ve written fifty thousand words of garbage. That would not be a good feeling. And I know you’re supposed to just write whatever and edit later, but I did end up cutting out a good chunk of my story because it wasn’t fitting into the plot. (Though I didn’t cut it out of the document – didn’t have the courage to do that, since it was a good amount of my word count. BUT I discovered last night that I’ll actually be able to bring a lot of that material back in, so it’s a good thing I didn’t delete it entirely.)
Friday was my Low Spot. (For the week, that is, not the month, although I don’t see how any Low Spot could be lower than my Friday one.) My whole family went out to do a bunch of errands but things went all wrong and we were out for a good half of the day and I hate leaving home because I’m an introvert, but we did get back in plenty of time for me to get my word count in for the day. But when I sat down to write, every single thing that was wrong about my story started flooding over me (“You’re only seventeen and you’ve led a sheltered, homeschooled life! Plus, you’re a girl! How could you possibly write a story like this, especially with all these male characters?! And look at this dialogue! It’s awful!”). Many tears were shed. Lots of ranting was done.
Didn’t write a word that day, went to bed depressed, but I woke up the next morning and had a few ideas of where the story could go next, so that was a big relief (which was a big part of my problem before – I know where the general plot will go, but I usually need an idea for The Next Scene and how it should begin to really get writing). And then at breakfast Mom gave me a crazy challenge (crazy because all the work for it takes place during NaNo) that I crazily accepted and you’ll be hearing about it in a week or so. *winks at the people who know What It Is*
Are you doing NaNo?
P.S. I will be writing a post about what my story is actually about, but for now, I’ll just direct you to its page on the NaNoWriMo website. Fair enough? (By the way, that excerpt is no longer reeeeally part of the story, but I’m too ashamed of my writing so far to post a real snippet. Just so you know.)
P.P.S. Shout-out to the compilation CD of ‘quiet & thoughtful western music’ that someone AWESOME made for me. It’s been a huge help with jump-starting my brain after a day of school and kids’ movies (because of babysitting my little siblings) and generally Normal Things. Always puts me in the right frame of mind.