Out of the Station

The NaNo Countdown reached zero, and I clicked on “Play” for Electric Light Orchestra’s album, A New World Record.  Scrivener was already up and waiting, and I went directly to the card labeled Prologue.

The Crazy Train was departing the station, and I had my seat.  It was time to write.

This is my second NaNoWriMo.  Last year–well, most people know how last year worked out for me.  This year, I feel a bit subdued, less chomping at the bit to get in there and crank things out, but I think that’s due more to my growth, over the last year, as a writer, rather than not wanting to write.

Getting the words out is a bit difficult, but that’s because I’m searching for the voice.  Not to worry, because I’m moving forward.  After all, I have this:

Yes, that’s my Scrivener plan for this novel, Kolor Ijo.  And the Prologue is at First Draft status, which means it’s finished.  I’m one thousand, three hundred thirty-eight words in, which means I’m almost at by goal for the day.  NaNo says you need to do 1,667 words a day to hit the winning mark, but I’m shooting for at least two thousand a day.  That way, I can reach sixty thousand, which is what I believe my story will need.

Though I might finish well before the 30th of November, which I’m good with should it happen.

I was tired last night, but then I was tired last year when I started NaNo at midnight.  Halloween/Samhain Eve was busy for me, figuratively and literally, and I found it necessary to fight to stay awake until the first seconds of 1 November.  I made it, however, and typed out seven hundred eighty words before A New World Record ended, I updated my word count, and then headed off to sleep.

As I tell people doing NaNo for the first time, have fun with your story.  A lot of people lose track of that fact, and after a couple of days the whole adventure of writing a novel turns into a life-or-death struggle–or both if you’re a zombie–that turns a person completely off this stuff.

Don’t let that happen.  This isn’t the end of the world.  This isn’t living on a fault line.  This is a novel, and while some of us do look upon writing as something of a job, it’s also a way for us to loose ourselves in our work.  To allow our imaginations to soar with the owls–because I like owls–and gain a new perspective on the world.  It won’t always be easy, and it won’t always come to you in a way that’s going to make you feel as if you are making progress.  But do it enough, and keep doing it day after day, and things will work out.

You will write.  And you’ll like it.

I’m on my way.  I know I’ll make my goal tonight, and probably make it tomorrow as well, though I might be a bit pressed for time, as I know I’ll be busy with non-writing things tomorrow.  But I will make my goal, and maybe a little more.

That’s the nice thing about NaNo.  I don’t feel like I should write, but I do–

Eventually you get that feeling every day.