What I gave Murphy for yesterday:
What I didn't even REMOTELY achieve today:
Day: #4
Word count: 3,197
Yep.
That's right.
..... 90 words....
When I called this thing the NaNo Crisis, I was trying to be funny. I didn't--actually--mean it. I have to admit, even if I threw in the towel now (which I'm not) I will have still made it farther in NaNo than ever before. I think prior to this I last two days before deciding everything I did was crap and I was done.
I'm trying at this point to limit the number of times I can edit a single paragraph before moving on. So far I'm actually doing pretty good. I'm finding a way to accept that it will not be ready for send out on December 1st. Primarily because my co-author still needs to read it and put in her two cents. Let alone the people we will doubtlessly call on for opinions and revisions before subjecting ourselves to the literary world.
On the other hand... I wrote 90 words. I started late, quit early, and spent too much time talking to my bestie on iChat. My evening started out with good intentions. I headed straight to my room when I finished my 10 hour shift.
But that life not ceasing thing is a bitch. And today it really has me down. More so than yesterday because I'm tired and I've worked 36 of my 40 hours for the week, all in the span of four very exhausting days. It also doesn't help that the tension in the office today was annoying palpable. Or that I think I'm developing some deadly, stress induced skin disease.
But tomorrow will be better. I've got work until noon. I can take a power nap, then start anew on catching up first week's word count. Better I guess to fall behind at the start and know you're in trouble than to cruise through the beginning and think for even a moment that you're fine. That leads to slacking off. And that leads to no word count, no NaNo triumph, no fame or glory.
But for now I cling to the hope.
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