So, it's NaNoWriMo day two. I really really wish I could tell you that my novel is off to a great start.
I really wish I could tell you it was off to any kind of start.
But...I haven't written a single word. I haven't even opened a new Word document. I don't even know what I'm writing about. I wish I could take the novel I started last year, the one I had to abandon when my computer crashed. I really like that one, and I would love to finish it. But that would be cheating.
Maybe I could just wait until day 11 or so--that's when the laptop died last year--and take up my last year's novel from then.
Nah, still cheating. Tempting, but cheating.
This is the third year I have done NaNoWriMo. The first year I was newly pregnant with Bek and spent most of November sleeping. The second year--well, you know. So this year I am determined to finish my 50,000-word novel, if it kills me.
And considering the fact that each November the housework goes undone for a month, if the writing doesn't kill me? The husband will. ;)
I just have to stop thinking about how great last year's start was. It's hindering my efforts to brainstorm something new. Hm. OK, tonight, at work, I'm going to put a serious effort toward putting down some starting notes. Then I'm going to get myself jumped up on caffeine and come home and start typing.
I need some good writing music. Zumba music? The theme from Rocky? The Notre Dame fight song? Maybe some Dropkick Murphys.
That part would be a lot easier to put together if I hadn't promised to not steal music. Grr.
So anyway, yes. Tonight. I will write. I'm supposed to write 1,667 words a day to make 50,000 by the end of the month. Today is day two. So that's what? 3334 words by the time I go to bed tonight.