The 6th of November will be remembered, not with bonfires and a terrorist’s face becoming a well-known symbol for hackers, but with an enormous wave of people on Facebook declaring the world has gone to hell, the Apocalypse is upon us, and that they are moving to other countries as soon as they find one that doesn’t have any socialist tendencies.
As for me, while I’ll have something to say about last night’s election, I won’t say it today. I need time for the brain to calm down, and for the head to stop hurting.
Oh, and there’s other writing I need to do as well.
The last couple of days have been difficult. Stress, stress, stress, and I’ll admit there was a fair share of it coming from the lead up to the election. It was giving me headaches, sometimes to the point where I found it difficult to think.
But today . . . I think the roller coaster is through with all the twisting and turning. I think it’s coming into the station, and I can relax. Oh, sure: there are still things in my life that are pretty crap right now, but those will diminish in time. And then I can do what I like. What I want.
I did write last night, but the distractions–oh, my. I got the chapters in; on finished, another started. I got over twenty thousand words last night, but it was a squeaker. Today, there needs to be more attention paid to the words on the page, and I have to get ready for a big chapter in my NaNo Novel. Not big in that one will see a gazillion words written, but big in the sense that I have to lay bare a character’s life, and that is going to be painful. My poor, maimed, little Indri: you’ll be better for this when it’s over. Trust me.
I’m checking the word counts on my chapters, and I’m on my track of about sixty thousand words for the story. A check last night said I was going to end around fifty-three thousand words, but I have a couple of big chapters coming, and that’s going to tip the scales in the end. There’s even the possibility that–gasp!–I could go more than sixty thousand.
As I always say, the story ends when it ends. I’m still writing, so when I get closer to the end, I’ll know.
There is something else that I feel, and it’s that I might not end this story before 30 November rolls into town. Getting my fifty thousand? Sure. Getting to the end of the story? Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see. After all, just because the calendar flips and becomes 1 December doesn’t mean you go, “Oh, shit, NaNoWriMo is over! What time does My Little Pony come on?” It doesn’t work that way.
You have to keep writing.
I will. I have this idea that I’m a writer. I’ve had other people tell me the same. And, hey, this is crazy, but I keep writing, and someone will buy me maybe.
2012 is all about change. It’s here; we saw it last night. Go with it, or get run over at your own peril.
I know what I’m doing . . .
