Today marks the end of the first week of Nanowrimo, and oh, what a clusterfuck it has been.
I didn’t get anything accomplished for the first few days. Nothing substantial, anyway. I had no inspiration and no motivation and a bundle of white noise in my brain where my thoughts and ideas usually reside. I was tempted to curl up in my den of self-pity and give up on the whole damn thing (admittedly, I’ve spent so much time in my den that it is well-furnished and cozy, and an excellent place to hide and lick my ego’s superficial wounds). I have 2400 words that I’ve counted toward my total so far, and the bulk of those are notes and/or ideas for other projects. In short, my first week of NaNo was a total bust.
Yesterday, I had to go to work for an early store meeting. After the meeting, I spoke to my manager about scheduling issues and a few other things I was unhappy with, and I felt surprisingly light as I left the store. I’d agreed to cover a closing shift that evening (that’s a whole other issue), and rather than going home to do nothing between the meeting and my shift, I went to Panera with a notebook and my laptop and no real plan beyond “write something.” I guess that simple conversation helped to alleviate some of my stress, because everything I was struggling with, story-wise, sorted itself out in the matter of two hours of brainstorming.
POV? Picked! I was trying to avoid writing in first-person because…I don’t know, actually. I think because a lot of people claim it’s “lazy” or less literary. But fuck “literary.” I just want to tell a good story, and to do that I’m going to work with two main characters telling their story in alternating POVs.
Timeline? Sorted…mostly. So, to give you the barest of bare description of The Robinsons: this is a story about ghosts, told from the perspective of one of the ghosts and the living girl who’s trying to help this dead family find some small measure of peace. One of the things I wanted to do was add flashbacks to the Robinsons in life, to contrast with their existence in the afterlife, but I couldn’t figure out a way to move from past to “present” to actual present day in a way that didn’t seem cheesy or stilted. I think I have that sorted now, at least enough that I can try some things out on the page. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just go back to the drawing board.
Motivation? Eh, I have more than I did but less than I need. I’m prone to walking the path of least resistance whenever possible, and right now that path is lined with candy and cartoons and laziness, and absolutely no mental/creative challenges whatsoever. It’s going to take all my strength not to go that route, ’cause I know damn well that it doesn’t lead to half the satisfaction that a finished first draft will give me in the end.
Today’s my day off, and I’m going to try to make the most of it. I’m giving myself an hour to work on a very (very!) loose outline, based on my new ideas. I have some stuff to take care of at home, and I should probably eat lunch instead of starving myself like an idiot, but ideally I’d like to start writing at 2pm and work steadily from then until my hands give out.
All this is to say…sprints. So many word sprints. I’m nearly 10,000 words behind where I should be at this point in the month, and it’s word sprints that will save my ass in the end. Wish me luck, folks. It’s going to be a busy day.
How’s your word count looking, fellow wrimos? Have you hit a slump, or are you working at a steady pace?