It was an up and down affair. Have you ever heard the folktale/joke routine That’s good, That’s bad? Mostly it’s the joke that goes, “Oh, that’s good. No, that’s bad because… Oh, that’s bad. No, that’s good because…
Yes. That’s the way my November went.
- It was good when my characters did things that were totally surprising that I hadn’t planned. It’s true. It happens.
- It was bad when that character led me to a wall and I had no idea where to go next.
- It was good to leap over that wall and jump into unknown territory.
- It was bad when a character just flowed from the keyboard to the screen, and I had no idea who he was. It’s true. It happens.
- It was good when suddenly I had an aha moment, and that character joined the rest of the crew just like it had always been planned.
- It was bad when I got to the middle and seemed to be slogging around and around in the Slough of Despond.
- It was good when that terrible ‘stuck-in-the-middle’ disappeared and the words began to flow across the screen as fast as I could type them.
- It was bad when I wrote a phrase that made me cringe in despair.
- It was good when I wrote something that made me laugh out loud.
- It was bad when I re-read the beginning and wondered what I was trying to get across…
- It was good when I took that crappy narrative beginning and tried to turn it into poetry — And. It. Worked.
- It was bad when I felt as if I was totally wasting my time — What am I doing writing this stupid novel that’s lousy, too detailed, and no one’s going to read it, and I’ve spent all my spare time — and time that wasn’t spare — on the dumb thing.
- It was good when I reread one of my chapters and thought “ooh, I like that.”
- It was bad when Mr. H.C. would say, “Don’t worry, I don’t need to eat tonight.” :-)
- It was good when Mr. H.C. said, “If this is something that you need to do, then do it.”
I started with 7 chapters written, which I did not use in my word count. The few days before Nov. 1, instead of writing another chapter, I wrote an outline. This was genius, if I do say so myself. I also did a vague timeline, which was less helpful, but I still did refer to it and adapt it as I wrote.
So, I won’t bore you with more words. I’ve got to get back to my novel, because IT STILL ISN’T FINISHED.
I don’t know how or when or if I’ll finish, but I do know this: I’m 52,962 words ahead of where I was on November 1.
And it feels good.
Oh, that’s good.
No, that’s bad, because I’m still not done.
Oh, that’s bad.
No it’s good, because — I did it!
Oh, that’s good.
Yes, it is…
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have laundry to do…
6 thoughts on “147. On Writing 50,000 Words in November”
I am so proud of you for following a dream that, I think, you have had for a long time! I will read it! Miss you, Carol.
Hah! I figured if I waited any longer, I might be dead.
Thank you — and I might take you up on it. I need someone to read it and tell me That’s good, That’s bad. :-)
Enjoyed the blog as always and so identified with those moments of writing that really surprise you. Definitely one of the highs. Let me know when you figure out the publishing end of this business/passion.
Thanks. I think the only people who have the publishing end figured out are best selling authors who have an agent who just takes care of the business so they can concentrate on the passion.
Good for you! I am so happy for you as you’ve reached your goal. I didn’t participate this year, but I hope to again soon.
I don’t know how anyone who has little ones depending on them could ever do this! 😍 I only have Mr. H.C. — and we had sandwiches or eggs lots of evenings! I totally slacked on everything to write. And sometimes I’m not sure why…
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