Yes, that is about how happy I am to be able to say that. It is not like I didn't appreciate it while it was here, but 50k words later, I am very, Very VERY ready to say goodbye to the month and move on to a little different headspace for a while. My creativity is strained and sprained and feeling mighty sore, but the words I got out were mostly good, high quality ones... even if I had to slip into Science Fiction scenarios there at the end.
(Hey! Some day I'll have a crack-shot group of sci-fi story lines... )
So, at first I did great. I was like:
|Kristen Coco oil paintings|
Then on the 5th my sister had a cattle working accident that bashed her teeth in, and we spent all day in town at the oral surgeon's for emergency dental care. I was pretty worried about the situation; stressed and keyed up... and didn't write that day, or the next.
I barely made any progress the third day, and (I think,) the next two either.
|Tiny turtle on keyboard.|
So shortly I was like:
And pretty soon I was like:
Then I recovered my creativity and started to write. I was determined to make up the lapse, and even pull ahead.At this point I was like this:
I made it to my goal post, but had a hard time keeping up later.
I flagged, I felt exhausted.
Then on 13th, it happened. I surged forward! The story was a wild thing, and I was riding it, hanging on for dear life! We sailed forward toward the horizon!
I fell behind once, but it didn't bother me. The tale was coming, in bursts and snippets. The words bubbled up and sank away again, ebbing and tiding like an ocean of meaning that would fill my cupped hands, and now flee away.
Then it simmered down to a faint hum, and wouldn't sing to me any more.
I researched ancient Rome.
And the legions.
I found shiny pictures.
But not much inspiration.
I cut off into a new direction... pitting hero against a dragon, on a burnt and blasted wasteland.
Then it was the thirtieth. And I needed 2000 words by midnight to officially make it.
I didn't feel good. My brain felt fogged. I was sick.
But there it was: the fact!
I typed madly at the keyboard on that afternoon, determined to make it those last couple of thousand.
I was kind of like this:
But he fought me. Why would he give everything up? He's had it good, he's done it his way. What would make him change his whole mindset, his whole life? When he has nothing to gain, and everything to loose? Hasn't he already lost enough? Shouldn't he hold tight to the things he has left to him?
|On the road to Damascus|
So I had him turn aside to a small spring, and there he met a young man. They talked. He pondered. Time slipped away....
I crossed the 50k line.
My MC still hadn't decided to commit. All the way in.
I didn't feel done though.
I felt... behind. Like I should have written 60k, or finished 5 days early, or... something.
Or found a way to resolve this pivotal scene.
But I couldn't find a way. I thought I was getting close, read it to my sister, and she said "That's not a believable change."
So I quit writing and watched a movie with Dad and was like this:
The next day was December first.
So I was kind of like this:
Then it was the 2nd.
It was real.
I checked my NaNo profile.
I had written 50k.
And then I was like:
But right now: there was a whole lot less left to be written.
So that was my November.
How was yours?