I must confess that I gave up the day before the official end of National Novel Writing Month. And it was a shame because I had been doing so well at around 42,000 words on Day 25.
“Life” and Murphy’s Law did their best to throw me off track.
And they did.
Until they didn’t.
November 26: A visit from a brother who lives out-of-town was more than worth missing the day’s word count. No big deal. I could catch up tomorrow, right?
Word count = 0.
November 27 & 28: Some pre-travel assistance to two soon-to-be travelling elderly relatives led to no time for novel writing, 3 hours worth of sleep and a 4:30AM airport run.
But in between all of that, I did productively “procrastinate” by jotting down some ideas for a future travel post. Unable to get my head into my story after getting home from the airport, I procrastinated some more by doing a thorough pre-Christmas cleaning to 75% of my home.
The cleaning destressed me but my spirits were at an all-time low on the unlikely-hood of catching up on my word count after missing three entire days.
But I would give it a last ditch attempt by planning a 10:00AM Sunday start time the next day to see how far I could get.
Word count = 0.
November 29: There I was sitting at my laptop on Sunday morning, gathering my thoughts on what scenes I could write to get me through 8,000 words in 2 days, actually, in less than 2 days with Monday being a work day and all.
A lunch time phone call related to a third elderly relative traveling along with the two I had helped revolved around the following: an unknowingly lost passport on the plane. The refusal of the cruise line to allow that person onboard without proper identification. Me trying to reach that person’s adult child for them to regulate the situation from abroad.
Needless to say that after that call and the numerous subsequent calls, by 3:00PM I was waving the white flag in total and complete surrender.
But by 4:00PM, it hit me.
I had come too far to give up without a fight. If I couldn’t hit 50K, I could at least try to get as close to it as possible.
The NaNoWriMo challenge was supposed to be for me and I couldn’t allow “emergencies” overshadow the progress I had made up until Day 25.
And that’s when the second wind came.
After a shameful number of coffees, putting my story outline aside, just concentrating on writing “important scenes” in absolutely no particular order and with music blaring in the background, I tried my best to focus on writing as many scenes that made sense and that I could incorporate into the bigger picture.
Maybe 10 scenes at 800 words, 8 scenes at 1,000 words or 4 scenes at 2,000 words?
Folks, somehow between Sunday afternoon and 9:30PM last night, I wrote 8,000 words worth of “scenes” that don’t all totally suck.
Well, at least I hope that most don’t totally suck!
And I also managed to successfully complete NaBloPoMo this November 2015.
I’ve got to say that I’m feeling good!!!! 😆
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