Writing is Hard
Day 2 of NaNoWriMo and I decided to supplement the fiction with a bit of non-fiction. Because fiction is hard (apologies to subscribers for the preëmptive post…fat fingers, low caffeine consumption).
Yesterday I woke up and quickly wrote over 700 words before work. And at lunch about the same. I thought..I type fast and have lots in my brain to expunge so this will be ok (in other words, dear readers, I thought it would be easy).
“Who da fool?”
By night I realized my random thoughts were terrible and that I had no real central idea I liked the most (several are kicking around). I wrote 200 more words and closed my Mac and ate chocolate instead. Yes I made the daily quota and yes I can bang on endlessly in a few days and get to the end before the end but now I want to stop thinking linearly and develop characters. One of these things I know how to do the other not at all.
This is ok. There is no one reading the duff only the blog. Focus on effecting change and creating characters I want to know or kill. The journey does not need perfection or coherence. I can have one chapter about time traveling ants and one chapter about dishes, if I want. Oh yeah. That works.
Today is a pre-red day (C gets tomorrow off, we get to go home 2 hours earlier today see my red days post I wrote about in the early months of living here). Trusty Mac (who I must name soon) is with me and I will go to a café and work before going out for dinner. I will write at lunch too. I just glanced down at the word count for this post, and I have already written 301..no, 302 words…crap. I can’t count them for NaNo!