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.
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.
Inspired by The Penventory’s Post on creating a correspondence box, and the fact that I’m miles behind on International Correspondence Writing Month, I got out my own correspondence kit and had a bit of a tidy up. Below, predictably, are the photographs. Continue reading
I know it’s not National Hand Writing Day any more, and hasn’t been for several days, but I wrote this on the day and then failed to upload the photo until now.
For Windows desktop, LifeHacker recommends ForceDraft, which is a very simple word processor that won’t let you our until you’ve hit a word count or time target. Like Write or Die, but less of the die.
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.