NaNoWriMo: Week Two

I’m now past the second week of my participation in National Novel Writing Month. In the record of my month-long novel writing experience, this will go down as the week that NaNoWriMo kicked my ass. I’d been warned by old timers that this would be a rough week, and it was. Not so much because of the creative process. The story is coming along and I’m suffering no dearth of ideas. In fact, just getting back into creative writing has sparked a couple more story ideas that I’ve had to scribble down with a note to come back to them later. It’s the physical demands that are puttin’ a bit of hurt on me.

I knew going into this that time was going to be a huge factor, and it has been. Between work, parenting and trying to be an attentive spouse, I knew I was going to have to work to make time to write. So, what’s been happening is that I usually don’t really start working on writing until the kid and the hubby have gone to bed, and even then there are a few things I can’t resist trying to get out of the way first (“I’ll just read a few more emails, a few more blog posts, etc.”). So, I don’t start writing sometimes until after 11pm or midnight.

The result is that I’m staying up later than usual on a regular basis, which means I’m going to bed later and getting less sleep. Some time ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem. I could stay up until 2 a.m., sleep for 4 hours, and get up the next morning with no ill effects. Not so anymore. Sometime in the last 20 years or so, something changed. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but….oh yeah. I got older.

I won’t even mention what it’s doing to my right hand and my wrist.

Anyway, I’m now about 22,000 words into the 50,000 word monster. I’d like to pass 25,000 before the end of the week and I think that’ll happen. My only concern is that I think the story is moving too slowly. From this point on I think I’m going to have to paint in somewhat broader strokes, just to get the meat of the story in. The fine points can be handled in the inevitable rewrite, as long the important stuff makes it into the first draft.

One thing’s for sure. This month-long novel writing ain’t for wimps.

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Black. Gay. Father. Buddhist. Vegetarian. Liberal.
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