Tell us you listened to something yesterday, Cassie . . . why yes. Yes I did. It was Achtung Baby and The Unforgettable Fire by U2, and Ocean Rain by Echo and the Bunnymen. Oh, and the most famous song on Ocean Rain, The Killing Moon, has one phrase that was brought about because the guy who penned the lyrics had to pee in the middle of the night. True story.
Does this mean I was writing yesterday? Hell, yes. Even with taking my daughter to her martial arts class in the morning, getting ready to watch Day of the Doctor with her, actually watching it at one-fifty in the afternoon, then screwing around with my timeline software for a few hours, I got down to writing sometime after seven PM–or nineteen hours, as they say at my school. I started writing, and while I didn’t hit the recommended daily goal for NaNo, I did score just over sixteen hundred words, finished just short of fifty-two thousand words, and finished the first scene of Chapter Five–which, if I check, is probably the longest scene I’ve written for the novel so far . . . I was correct: it is.
As predicted the truth about the school came out at the fifty thousand word point, and even though I sort of stumbled through the writing last night, it was done. Words were put down, scenes were developed, the novel moves on. After lunch I can start on this again, and should I manage more than two thousand words today I can hit my personal goal of fifty-four thousands words for NaNo and consider myself totally, completely, actually having “won” it once more.
And then keep pushing on into the future.
There is some strangeness here because I keep coming up with other ideas right now, and I know why: it’s a trick your mind plays when you’re concentrating on something that need doing, and it’s attempting to stave off boredom by distracting you with pretty notions. Writing is monotonous, it can be boring, but as with any other job, you push through. As Harlan Ellison once said, you don’t go up in the attic in the middle of the night and cast chicken bones around and find your story completed in the morning, you sit down and get to work typing the damn thing out.
So after a day of relaxing and mending and getting recharged, I’m back to finish out NaNo and keep the story moving forward. I’ll jot down my ideas when they get to where they nag me a little too much, and maybe on a few of the weekends to come I’ll go back to editing Couples Dance, because I want to get that damn thing published. 2014 isn’t far away, and it’s time to get something else published even if I’m not really selling. Why? Because the next thing just might be the one . . .
For today, though, it’s get my kids down the path and have them confront their future. And I mean that in a very literal sense, because I’ve got a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey reference I simply have to write–