I'm still writing, but not as fast as I wish I could. I'm finding that having to work during the day is having a serious negative consequence to my daily word count and writing career LOL.
Calvin, my fiesty old dead guy, has stepped out of the picture for the moment and Taylor, my Park Ranger hunky hero (a real man's man) is having some very hot thoughts about the editor of the paper (she dumped him a few years ago because of his (former) career in the Oklahoma State Police Department. Lawsy, lawsy, Taylor. Is it hot in here or is it just you? Mm mm mm
My gal pal and NaNo Writing Buddy Debe asked me the other day about wrist problems (she's WAAAAAAAAAY up there in her word count). She has to wear her wrist braces to type now. At the time, it was mainly my fingers bothering me from having arthritis to begin with and then aggravating it by typing so much. Now, I wake up in the middle of the night with shooting pains up the muscle (although it feels like it's in my bone) that runs from the inside of each wrist to the outside of each elbow. I'm popping lots of Aleve but wish I had some Advil as it works better for me. But...I'm in a writing competition; I don't have time to shop for non-essential items. If it's not toilet paper or dark chocolate, I'm not stopping to buy it!
I'm happy with the direction my book is taking me, although I must admit I'm really surprised that I haven't gone back to the outline and storyboard I spent so many hours creating in mid-October so I'd be able to breeze through this month-long writing frenzy madness. Here's the kicker. In addition to telling this story through the voice of a dead man, I feel a real twist (dead guys aren't enough?) coming up in my story and I don't have a clue what it is, who it affects, what it will do to my story - I just know it's coming.
It's incredibly strange and at the same time makes perfect sense that I have to give up control of this story to get that which I want: a finished novel. You know, National Novel Writing Month, for me, is more than just finishing a novel, although that's a hugh part of it. It's also about overcoming self-imposed boundaries, stepping out of the corner in which I've painted myself. In these first few days, I've taken a child-sized hopscotch jump or two but now, I feel like I'm warmed up for the hurdles. I'm ready to jump in with both feet, to go the distance and win the MAJOR PRIZE AWARD: bragging rights! That's right, folks, my prize will be able to point to a finished product and say, "That, dear readers, is my book."
My Book. What wonderful music those words make to my ear. Words! Yikes! I've got thousands and thousands and tens of thousands of wonderful, warm, witty, stupid, forced, sensitive, sensual, angry, bitter, ill-chosen but all perfectly spelled words to go!
"The only thing that can possibly keep you from going after your dream is the person standing in your shoes, wearing your clothes, and thinking your negative thoughts" - Les Brown
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