Ready for another flurried update on the Search for 50,000 Words (in 30 days)?
I’ve been meaning to post more, but I think you can guess why that didn’t happen. Plus I had some other adventures this month to be blogged about soon…enjoy a little clue here, if you like.
I love the little charts the National November Novel Writing site has to make us feel successful for every last word, but looking at my daily word count…
I can’t help thinking how much it looks like a heart monitor.
I do realize a heart monitor is not supposed to spike that much. My word count isn’t supposed to spike that much either.
On the other hand, I have successfully added words to my NaNo project every day for 18 days straight. Which I find…
…okay, totally weird.
I am not one of those hyper-organized people who writes every day, at the same time every day, in the same place every day, with the same pre-writing ritual of shuffling the pens to one side, drinking tea, watering plant, lighting scented candles, etc.
Not by a lot.
Feel free to use your imagination about my disorganized habits. Throw in a dragon. It can’t hurt. Eep, is my little world a mess.
So this writing-every-day thing is…highly suspicious.
I keep waiting to see what life responsibility I totally forgot about. Besides sleep, of course. Because that seems more likely. By far.
Last year I binge-wrote on the weekends (is that the proper term?), usually staying up into the wee hours of the morning listening to music (shall we say insistent enough? Cue guilty laughter, please) to keep me awake so I wouldn’t have to worry about falling behind on word count during my crazy week schedule.
I haven’t been up until two in the morning except maybe once this month.
This feels a little like cheating.
Maybe I’m dreaming.
Maybe I tripped over a rabbit hole and fell into Wonderland. Maybe I’ve been too busy typing to notice the colored mushrooms and hear the click of croquet balls over the sound of my keys.
Maybe I’m just writing and things are going smoothly, perchance?
Regardless, if you see a Jabberwock running around this way, please let me know. Will be happy to knit a story tailor made.
Until then, back to writing.