10th day in, and one third of NaNoWriMo has passed.
Unfortunately, I am way behind.
Well, okay, it's not desperate desperate. I'll finish on December 5th at my current pace according to my Stats, and I can make up the difference by writing several thousand words, provided I churn out that much a few days in a row.
The only problem is, it feels like my novel is going in the wrong direction. This is, most likely, just the stage in the writing process where despair sets in and misery takes over and the plot and characters and setting turn obstinate and laconic in your head, but darn it, nothing seems to be coming out right.
Of course, if it is the despair and misery faze that's putting me into that mindset, the only thing that will get me enthusiastic again is writing . . . and yes, I'm pretty sure I've had this conversation with myself before. I just need to get over it.
Getting over it has, in the past, come in the form of an internal, shouted "Write, you blasted fool!" and an attempt at terminating all procrastination.
So I will begin such procedures this evening, after I blog.
Or, you know, over the weekend. I can write a lot over the weekend.
But, of course, I've got stuff to do this weekend. Stuff I've been meaning to get to.
And surely I can fit in more writing during the week, right? It's what I did before.
And then there's always the weekend after next to consider . . . but I've got a lot of stuff happening that weekend!
Therefore, the only time I will be able to write is--
Yes, yes, the writing. I'll get to it. After I blog. Today.
End melodrama. :P
How's NaNoWriMo going for you, if you're participating? If not, what are you working on--and how's it coming?
Ever had this sort of conversation with yourself?
-----The Golden Eagle