Target word count for today: 16670 words.
My wordcount: 8610
News: NaNoWriMo is hard when you can’t be bothered with it.
The story is actually flowing quite nicely, when I can drag myself to the keyboard. The characters are making a certain amount of sense and developing into more fully-fledged people than they were before, my descriptions are less clunky than I remember, and I keep coming up with new plotlines.
It’s just making myself write that’s the problem. I finished work early yesterday and still didn’t manage to meet my target, and although I’ve not been in work at all today I’ve also not done any writing. I used to be prolific, churning out 2000 words in an afternoon with no problem, but now it’s like pulling teeth. I’ve slept, I’ve eaten, I’ve procrastinated, and nothing works.
The time has come for drastic action. I need to par-boil the potatoes, which doesn’t really take long enough for me to write, but once that’s done I will get out my cupcake timer and set myself some word sprints to try and get something out. One of the problems is that I’m publishing as I go, so I can’t just write rot and edit it out later.
Still, I have a big, wordy chapter up next, so if I make a start I should get to my target easily. Should.
Considering that I’m supposed to have no motivations this year, today went really well. I stayed up until half 1 getting a head start and beat my daily target before I went to bed, and then this evening I managed another few hundred words and got an update online. I would have managed more, except we went out for dinner so I had to watch Strictly when I came home. Tomorrow is back to work, and I’m on lates but busy in the morning, so it will be hard to maintain this momentum. I will try, though. It’s nice, at the moment, to reconnect with characters I’ve not touched in so long.
Sometimes, if you’re serious about writing, you have to write even when you don’t want to. You have to press on when you’ve got no motivation, no plot and no time.
I don’t want to. It’s not that I don’t know what to write, I just don’t want to write. I’m tired, just thinking about writing makes me feel tired. And I’m going to do NaNoWriMo anyway.
1667 words a day is not hard for me, even on a bad day. I can breeze through that many words in a couple of hours, and even after a long day at work they might be horrible words but they’ll be there. I hand wrote it last year, which might be why the idea of doing it again now fills me with reluctance.
I have five days to get myself in gear. I’m going to dig out an old, abandoned story and reacquaint myself with it, because it needs finishing and might get me back in the mood. Might.
And no matter what, I will finish.
So two things happened today. 1) International Correspondence Writing Month started and 2) England were thrashed in the final of the tri-series competition by Australia, largely thanks to one of my favourite cricketers.
And as he’s recently signed to play with my favourite side and the best, (Yorkshire County Cricket Club, of course), I decided to write to him. It’s not going in the post right now, because he won’t be here for months, but it’s there and in my Filofax for the right date.
The card is a photo of Malham Cove, a very famous Yorkshire landmark. I hope he loves it here as much as I do.
My wordcount chart for the month. It’s not exactly a smooth climb.
November is over. With just under an hour to spare, I generated an amount of Lipsum the same length as the hand-written text in my notebook and validated, turning my bar a lovely shade of purple.
It’s been a monster of a month. I’ve never hand-written a full NaNo before. In fact, I’ve barely hand-written anything since my A level exams. I do a lot of notes, here and there, but nothing full length, nothing where I had committed to doing it old school. It got to the stage where I was preparing to hammer out a fast 1000 words on the computer to get me over the line, but I persevered.
Of course, it’s not good, doesn’t make sense, and is barely legible. It needs serous editing. And I’m happy to be able to return to the real world, do something else with my time than fill page after page with minute handwriting.
But I also want to drag the notebook out and add another scene, explore my character’s home and life some more.
I’ll be back tomorrow. Last time I saw him, he was crying in his mum’s arms. I can’t leave him like that now, can I?
I’ve just passed 23,000 words, I’m full of cold, my best friend is coming to stay with us for a bit tomorrow, and I need to tidy my bedroom before that can happen.
This year is not going well for me, but I do know that I’m within reach of a couple of days of writing madly to make it up, if I don’t get there by hand.
The prettiest thing in the world, a stack of soft-touch notebooks
Once upon a time, I insisted that I had no brand loyalty. I bought whatever was most convenient, in everything.
Now, however, I go for Nexus phones, Punch Studios for my storage, and Eccolo for my notebooks. That stack there is all Eccolo. Three of the turquoise ones, actually, are completely identical, and I have duplicates in the office of the bottom one and the white and gold. Yep, that’s not even my complete collection. Continue reading