I Survived Week Two of NaNoWriMo

A week has passed since my last blog post, which means I’m supposed to come up with another one now. I have two commitments this month: a blog post at least once a week and fifty thousands words for NaNoWriMo. Sitting here typing a blog post makes me think, “I need to be getting word count for my novel.” If I were getting word count for my novel, I’d be thinking, “I need to be working on a blog post.” It reminds me of my days as a working mother, when I spent my work time worrying about my kids and my kid time worrying about the things left undone at my job.

It’s been a difficult week, week two of NaNoWriMo. Several of my writing buddies have fallen by the wayside and I don’t know if they’ll make it back. Others are making me look bad by speeding through the week and adding impressive numbers to their totals every single day. One of them has already hit fifty thousand words and is just getting started. I’m proud of myself because I just kept going. I’m not way ahead of my goal number for this week, but I’m not way behind, either. I’m still very much in the game.

My daughter keeps reminding me that it’s supposed to be fun. It’s hard for me to remember that in week two. My characters are still plodding along, though they’re doing it out on the trail now instead of stuck inside a cozy little cottage. Something might actually happen soon. I’m resisting it. If something happens, my characters might be in peril and I’m worried about how I’ll get them out. Of course, it’s not much of a tale if they’re never in peril. They have abilities. They have gifts. They have skills. It was funny when I took them to a safe house along their journey and had them join their hosts for supper. My characters are not introverts, particularly, but I am, so I was nervous for them. I didn’t want to send them to that supper table because that situation would feel like peril to me. Pretty silly. My characters have good manners and their hosts were kind people. It went fine, but it worried me for a while there. The children of the house even washed up the dishes without complaining. Hey – it’s a fantasy.

It’s a NaNoWriMo tradition for week two to be hard. Things are supposed to be much easier in week three. I’m counting on it. For week two, I just wanted to keep writing and not lose ground. I did that and I’m happy.

The Monkey

The Monkey

The proof is in the monkey.

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