It’s November 4th, or technically NaNoWriMo day 4 and I’m starting the day with a word count of 2429 out of 6666 scheduled words. I have until the end of the day to hit 6666 and as ever, it’s always possible but it’s not likely. I’m not despairing however. First, because getting behind in NaNoWriMo almost immediately is the the natural order of the universe. Second, The current word count represents getting up at 5:00 am on Sunday and Monday and fitting time in during lunch breaks while simultaneously clocking 30.5 hours on the day job in that 48 hour period. Day 3 was less action-packed (just a few appointments) but definitely hampered by the wet rag level of energy from days 1 & 2. Today is even more appointments in exotic suburban climes (the glamorous adulting of it all) so I’m shooting for word count of at least 3000 by midnight tonight. All the better for Day 5, which has zero commitments or fucks to give about anything other than writing.
It was exciting to return to this novel (not Broken Wave I’m afraid) because I’d put around 24k into it and hit a wall. I could not squeeze out another word, so I closed the file and hoped it would come back to me. It has and I’m glad about it. Demigodspeed! My next check in is on Day 7 I think. If you’ve ever done NaNoWriMo, win, lose, or derp, talk about it in the comments.
NaNoWriMo Inspo Song of the Day
Monster Hospital by Metric doesn’t have much to do with anything in particular, but it’s a nice jolt every now and then.
Y’all I am tired. Not of writing, but of the obsessive overwrought hand-wringing Writer Pain that has paralyzed me off and on for the several last months. To be fair, my off-page struggle has been especially severe recently, but even before then, I’d tied my creative self in knots. I’m officially cancelling that bullshit in an effort to lighten up.
I’ve been doing all kinds of things to make that happen, the best of which was read Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic. Twice now in fact. My overall sense of joy is anemic at the moment and my creative process has been akin to using a dislocated shoulder to arm-wrestle a giant. It didn’t go well, it hurt, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t keep at it. In a way that’s admirable but it’s also a bit mad to keep trying in the exact same manner. The price of creativity doesn’t have to be paid with suffering. I’ve always known this in theory but to put it into practice I’m switching up my rituals and calling upon something other than incessant insecurity to get the job done. Maybe now I take up toe-wrestling instead. My toes are mighty (that got even more weird than anticipated)!
So I’m doing what all writer types do when the rainbow has been enough. I’m bringing my bucket to the NaNoWriMo well, and I’m not stopping until it comes up full. I’m using the buddy system with a writer friend.
A volunteer even. I said “you’re doing NaNoWriMo with me right?” I’ve dug out every note scrap I have for both WIP, and I’m excited about what’s going to happen. Girl Out of Water was both a 2011 and a 2012 NaNoWriMo project. I didn’t “win” the first time but I kept hacking away at it until November 2012 and with 15 minutes to spare, I’d written a total of 100,548 words for it, 50,000 of them in one month. This time I’ll blog my word count, any Seattle write-ins that I attend and what I hope is a mental shift toward inspired and away from spite via personal accomplishment.
My first NaNo Song of the Day is Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) by Florence + The Machine. I’ve always loved her/them but after seeing the live show I am a tambourine-carrying devotee. The video is a kind of ecstatic pagan-lite mime of a song that could have had a much darker visual interpretation.