As many of you know by now, I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, short for National Novel Writing Month, where the challenge is to write 50,000 words of a novel in November. It's hardcore, chops-proving stuff. And I don't have those chops. Not even close.
To show you what it's like, a handful of thoughts I had during the last few days of struggling to write:
I'm much better at writing angry gay men. (Yes, folks, you read that right. It's more natural for me to write about a pissed-off half-gay ex-gangster than a 25 year old woman who has a difficult family and works at a coffee shop. FML.)
I'm not even going to get halfway through this by the end of November.
I suck at description. Can I write an entire novel in dialogue?
Huh. I guess I really am a shameless romantic.
Jesus, Novie's a hypocrite.
Fuck this game! It's four in the morning grandma, you win! (I know that's weird.)
So it pretty much swings between wishful thinking, derision, and a slippery grasp on exactly how cynical my protagonist is.
Temptation to artificially inflate word count: Must. Be. Resisted.
Sarah.
ReplyDeleteYou are an excellent writer and past writings with Novie are awesome. I can attest to this. Remember, you're opinion matters the least in the early stages.
Also. Who cares if you really win at NaNo??? The point is, you're busting your ass and GAINING chops by simply attempting it.
Okay?
Okay.
I love you. I hope you feel better tomorrow. And I'mma snuggle with you.