It is Day 10 of my great writing escapade, and I have this news flash to report:
NaNoWriMo Honeymoon. So. Over.
I look back at my bright-and-shiny post from a week ago (Really? Has it been a whole week? What have I been doing?)
Oh, I remember, yesterday I pruned a bonsai instead of writing. Because that couldn’t wait another year or two before doing. Sunday I dredged a small pond instead of writing. That did need to be done, but still.
Then, two things happened:
1) I woke throughout the night with my brain suddenly filled with ideas of where the story would go. For days, those lousy characters had been lounging around my brain, eating cheetos and staring at the TV screen even though it wasn’t on, not talking to each other and frankly not doing anything. At. All.
Then suddenly last night the characters started to talk again, talking to me, just like the writing experts said they would. Wow, I need some sleep.
2) All that character chatting was well and good, until The Professor shared some advice that got the wheels turning again. He heard me tell a friend last night that I was floundering at about 7600 words, which was a good 8000 words behind the freakishly ridiculous schedule. This morning, he came up to me out of the blue and gave me some writing advice — he said if I was stuck, I should just keep writing anyway. If I was on a roll, I should stop. He said it would make sense if I just did that, because if I quit while I am on a roll, I’ll be excited to sit down again and restart. If I keep going when I’m stuck, some words will come out anyway.
I love that kid.
And you know what? It worked. I just banged out 5000 words this afternoon, for a new total of 12,460. I guess that technically means I did not quit while I was on a roll, but it sure felt good. Now I am a mere 4000 words behind pace, and at the rate I am going, I think the NaNo gurus are right — I can sneeze out that many words if I want to. The honeymoon may be over, but I’m still planning to stick it out for the long haul.