In honor of the ides of November and the halfway point, here’s a list of things I’ve learned so far from my first try at NaNo-ing:
- Fifty-thousand words is a lot of friggin’ words. Just sayin’.
- The pesky “to be” verb family and I should just go ahead and get married since apparently we are having a love affair that knows no boundaries.
- If I do number 2, my lover The Comma will have to be my sister wife, because, I, love, The Comma, too, and, can’t, give, it, up.
- Nine o’clock at night is not the ideal time to start writing when you wake up at 5:30 a.m.
- I didn’t know that characters could be 25,000 words in and then suddenly want to drop you and start doing a square dance, do si do’ing and promenading in circles with no direction whatsoever.
- Can I vent for a second? WHY NOVEMBER, NaNo Powers that Be? It’s a short month. It’s a holiday month. It’s a Prime Time no reruns television month. I move to change NaNo month to January. Anyone second that motion?
- NaNo makes me really miss my comfort zone of blogging. So fun, so welcoming, so comfortable! In case you can’t tell, this blog, as well as any other original posts I’ve managed to put up this month, is for purposes of procrastination only. Right now I should be dragging my characters out of their square dance and back into some sort of story. But here I am . . .
- NaNo-ing is fun. Really, it is. I motivate myself by focusing on the end product. I tell myself that I will have a very, very crappy novel finished in two more weeks. Crappy words I can work with– or pay someone else to work with. Blank documents aren’t much fun.
- I’m drafting with Scrivener, which is fine, but I’m not using one percent of the features the program has to offer. I thought I’d be all about the index cards, but I haven’t used them at all. I think I’ll go back to Word or Pages for my next project. (Next Project??? What???)
- NaNo has taught me that I’m not really a good writer. It’s hard. Still, I enjoy it. I absolutely, positively, would be able to do this for a living, all day, everyday, if I were any good at it whatsoever. (P.S. Notice the cameo appearance of future spouse “to be” in that sentence as well as my overuse of my sister wife comma?)
Have a great night!