The musical selection is a little tricky, so hang on. First up, Piano Concerto No. 1 and Pirates, from Works Vol. 1, by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, followed by Pictures at an Exhibition, also by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, then Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die, by Jethro Tull, finally capped off by Station to Station, by David Bowie. Yeah, quite a lot there.
Writing was not that good, however. Everything seem to conspire against me to keep me from doing anything. First the computer decided it needed updates, so I couldn’t do anything because I knew I’d end up rebooting at some point–which I did. Then my right eye started giving me problems: itching, watering, putting junk in there. I had to get up and rinse it out a few times, and even after that it just annoyed the hell out of me. Then it was my back. Yeah, it wanted attention, so I’d have to get up and either sit in a comfy chair, or walk around a little. Anything but write.
But I was still in there plugging away–even though it was, as I’d said yesterday, a difficult scene to write. There’s a real problem with working all day then coming home to write: nothing you dream up while on the first job ever sounds as cool when you write it out for your second job. Oh, there words were there, but I felt like I was emotionally detached. I do know why, but I’m getting there, because I was feeling the scene more towards the end–maybe because I found some understanding about what I needed to say.
I was unable to finish the scene, however. Too much pain, too tired, brain swimming in some crazy muck: you name it, I had it. After writing a whole lotta words over the weekend, I felt stunted last night. I felt as if I were forcing the words out again, and thinking of that scene as I got up this morning, I feel like I need to give it the once over tonight before writing anything new. Yeah, I know, no editing during NaNo. As my adviser is going to tell Annie here very soon, and in no uncertain terms, “I’m not bound by your rules.”
I’m already thinking of the next mile stone ahead: forty thousand words. Very likely I can hit that by Sunday. My NaNo stats keep telling me I’ll reach fifty thousand by Thursday, the 21st, and at that rate I except to hit my goal of fifty-four thousand by the following Saturday, and likely sixty thousand by the time I need to return to The Burg. Yes, next Friday I leave for a week at home, and even with a six hundred mile drive ahead of me, I’ll do my best to get my word count in before the end of the evening.
The trick for me isn’t going to be winning NaNo. It’s going to be finishing this novel in something that doesn’t require six months of work. Realistically speaking right now, if I reach sixty thousand words by the end of November, and this novel ends up being about one hundred and twenty-five to one hundred and fifty thousand words, I’ll need to keep NaNoing into the middle of January. It can be done. It’s just a lot of work.
But . . . I need to do this. I’ve started it; I’m going to finish it.
Daily word count: 1,846. Total word count: 31,327.