National Novel Writing Month started today, and I’ve sort of half-assedly joined it.
I did this once before, four years ago, and achieved 42,000 words, two all-out panic attacks, and one long depressive slump, followed by four years of novel-writing PTSD where I couldn’t even open the word document to look at what I’d vomited out in 2011. Two thumbs up!
My negativity aside, it’s a great challenge in that it inspires two things: a sense of community in the often very solitary act of writing, and a goal to motivate you to work big chunks of writing time into your day to day life.
We’ll see how it goes this year. I think if I can just manage to sit down to write every day I’ll call it a win. So far here’s my progress:
- Changed my Facebook profile and cover photos
- Google searched a song and listened to 20 seconds of it, for no reason
- Opened cabinets in search of something to eat, even though I wasn’t hungry
- Downloaded the MS Word app so I could track my non-existent word count
- Tried out this quick and easy brainstorming exercise and wrote the words “Pineapple Experiment Torture” and “Star Republican Necromancer” – so, yeah, clearly I’m destined for literary stardom
- Got excited upon rediscovering a purple gel pen in my pen cup
- Whined. A lot
- Made myself another cup of coffee
- Wandered around the apartment aimlessly
- Took a picture of my desk – it appears below
- Changed the batteries in my bluetooth keyboard
- Used the force to get Adam to make me popcorn
- Boredom-ate popcorn
- Felt like puking because too much popcorn
- E-mailed friends about a concert I’m attending later
- Squeezed out 609 words of a YA novel I’ve been brewing
- Wrote this blog post, which I will unabashedly add to my word count
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