I’ve managed to keep up with NaNoWriMo for seven days now, writing every day. Even better, I’m still on track to “win”. That is, I’m on track to have written 50,000 words of something approaching a novel (what I’ve written is pretty crap I’m sure but I don’t know — I’m refusing to read it until December) by the end of November. Just barely. The average number of words per day to win is 1,667. My average is 1,669. Can we call that above average?
I’ve managed to hit my word counts for three days straight now. And two of them are weekend days. I’m feeling like I can pull this thing off. And I’m spending only about an hour a night writing which is far less time than I was afraid I would be doing. Maybe it’ll get worse as I go along — I hope not — but I think my choice of genre is helping. I’ve never attempted to write 50,000 words before so I thought I’d pick a form that was easy to “fake”. That is, fictional memoir (of someone like a real-life superhero). Plot can be loose, dialogue can come and go, chronology is less important. More importantly, it seems easier to make stuff up. I’m sure it’ll be terrible and not much of a novel — right now it reads like Salinger meets Stan Lee fanfic — think Seymour: An Introduction written by Batman — but I’m getting the words out.
So, writing is hard. My strategy is to be like the dog who cloaks himself in stink and not care so much about the quality of what I write as I write it — to just go — but it’s going to be a slog. I thought I could easily knock out the daily 1,667 words but at about 400 words I thought, “Oh, right, this won’t be easy.” If it was easy everyone would do it.
Anyway, I wrote 1,685 words today.