National Novel Writing Month kicked off just a week ago and, according to the handy graphic on the NaNo website, writers in nearby San Francisco have already written over 4.5 million words.
Multiply that by all the participating writers in all the participating cities around the world and that’s an amazing amount of writing and an amazing number of stories that didn’t even exist a mere week ago.
I’d love to say that my own NaNo experience was off to a stellar start this year, but that would be an extreme work of fiction, and not the good kind.
In reality, as you might guess from the graphic in this post, my NaNo got off to a rather slow start. Three days of long hours at the day job coupled with at least one evening when I fell asleep in the midst of dinner made hitting the daily 1,667 word count a dream rather than a reality.
I resisted the urge to skip the whole thing (who wants to write a book anyway?), curl up on the couch, and watch the Hallmark movie channel countdown to Christmas marathon, though I was definitely tempted.
Fortunately Days 4 & 5 fell on a weekend when I had long uninterrupted hours to do nothing but read, surf, write and by the time I called it a night on Sunday, I was only a little over a day’s worth of words behind schedule. According to the handy-dandy calculator on the NaNo site, at this rate I will finish on December 10, 2017. I can live with that.
Besides sleeping through some of my scheduled writing times, there have been a few other unexpected challenges this first week, not the least of which is that I’m not actually writing the story I spent the month of October outlining and planning for. Apparently the Bats in the Belfry (my version of the Girls in the Basement) weren’t interested in what I had planned. They sent up something different instead, though it took me a day or so to catch on.
I’ll admit, I should have been suspicious when the first thousand or so words turned out to be a prologue, but since the characters in all my stories start out as Michael and Abigail, it took me a bit to realize this was a different Michael and Abigail. The Bats and I seem to be on the same page now though, which means instead of working on a story that I had a clear plan for, all bets are off and I’ll apparently be pantsing my way through the rest of November.
I’ll keep you posted on how that all works out.
For now, it’s time to get back to my story; I still have a word count to hit.
So, for those of you who are writing along this month, how’s it going? Have your muses tossed any surprises your way?