It’s sort of a thing of beauty, and it’s also horribly wrong. I feel incredibly guilty about spending time on this, in large measure because it is far from the most important thing that I have on my plate right now. But Friday and Monday are both university holidays, and I kind of have my ducks in a row with all the various shit that I need to get done (I think, at this moment), and I’ve been spending this day doing the business.
This thing I’m writing is really fucking awful, I expect. I’m finding, though, that that’s one of the beautuful things about setting oneself a task like NaNoWriMo—the stricture is simply that one complete a novel in thrity days. It’s not that one completed a good (or even readable) novel in thirty days. I got something close to 3000 words down since I woke up this morning, and I’m pretty sure I’m not done yet. So. Onwards! I just hit 7000 words, and there’s more in the tank. So. Who cares if it sucks, or if I’m making narrative decisions based on external concerns? Anything that keeps you going is fair game, right?
Right. So. Good times. My immediate goal, which may well not be realized, is to crack 10,000 words before I go to bed tonight. I’m into chapter 3, and haven’t completely gone off the rails thus far, so I think maybe this is an attainable thing.
In any event, we shall see. Good luck to all of you who are doing this, and who are probably writing something far less intensely silly and useless than what I’m doing. Good times, though, in any event. Keep marching. Cheers, people.
Love,
Dan
