>I was excited yesterday about doing NaNoWriMo. I even thought that maybe it would be okay if I started writing, since my outline had energized me. But, I decided that I needed to pace myself (and follow the rules if I’m participating), so I waited until today.
So, what did I do when I woke up this morning? Did I rush to the computer, armed with my outline, a cup of coffee, and thousands of good ideas rushing through the grey matter?
Are you kidding?
I drank my coffee, read about 75 pages in a book (Marilynne Robinson’s Home, which I’m liking quite a lot), and then went back to bed. I crawled out from under the covers just before 10:30, just in time to see the nature montage that always closes CBS Sunday Morning.
After a few hours of procrastinating, I finally turned on the laptop. More time with email, news stories, Facebook, and other diversions, I finally started to write. I only had 300 words after a half hour. If I continue at that pace, I’ll never finish in a month!
Finally, I started to write. My story went off in a direction I hadn’t anticipated, but that’s okay. I have now completed the first draft of the prologue and I’m content that I wrote not only a little more than 2000 words, but that I said what I wanted to say in the opening pages. All in all, not a bad start. Let’s see how it progresses, some of which I hope to document here, though I don’t anticipate doing that daily. No, NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo would be too obsessive, too much for anybody.
Happy wordful November, everyone.