Monday, Nov. 11
The highs. The lows. The blehs. Had a pretty good run over the weekend, but feeling a serious case of the Mondays. And it probably doesn’t help that it’s a holiday at that, so kids are home from school and determined to interrupt me each and every time I sit down to write. And so, I wrote the first three sentences (yea, I know, they’re shorties, but still!) Monday night, and am finishing it up Tuesday morning.
I felt like after I hit that 10,000 word mark that my story was just beginning to take off. In a really exciting way. I have introduced this fictional world that I created, put some people in it, and now am making them do stuff. And figuring out the trajectory of this story. What does this girl want? Who or what is standing in her way of getting it? And how do things just get more messed up along the way?
Maybe I’m really a mean person deep down inside, because I kind of like making my characters’ lives difficult. But it’s not personal! It’s just what you gotta do, right? Torture your characters? And then, when you run out of ways get them into all kinds of predicaments, you consider giving them a break at the end? Or not? You tangle them up in a web, and then just as they are about to run out of blood you break them free. And see how they’ve changed.
Maybe this isn’t the best blog post I’ve ever written. Maybe it’s not the best novel either. But during a month when everybody is posting blah blah blah I’m thankful for this and I’m thankful for that, (sound the trumpets) I am thankful to be writing, even if it’s crap (which I’m really hoping it’s not, insert emoji with teeth clenched).
Disclaimer: Okay, and I’m thankful for my kids, my husband, my family, my new MacBook Air, blah blah blah…health, paying job, car, blah blah blah.
So, back to NaNoWriMo…I made it to 14,280 words. I squeaked out a mere 563 words after the kiddos went to bed. It felt like so much more! In my exhaustion (and poor vision) I thought I had written over 2,000 words…but lo and behold, that was the character count (duh! And doh!). But I’m proud anyways, because it was something!
And now the week goes on. Kids are in school. Baby’s asleep. Coffee is hot and ready. And my blog post will be live soon. And then I write my novel. And then I blog about it. And then I write. Blog. Write. Blog. Write. Twitter. Facebook. Write. Blog. Write. Okay, you get the point. 
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