Sunday, November 16, 2014

Week Two of NaNo 2014

Week two of NaNo didn't go as well for me as week one did. After my last post I barely wrote for two days, so the past three days I've been writing like crazy to make up the difference. Thankfully, today it's looking like I can finally get back on track. As of writing this I've gotten 25k under my belt (plus the 21k I wrote before NaNo began), and only another 25k left to go. It's all downhill from here...right?

If only! But my life isn't so simple as to only contain NaNoWriMo. My pet rat gave birth today, my husband and daughter are sick, my son has endless energy, I'm running a weekly game for my friends, and I'm getting a few more shifts a week now that winter's about here. If I'm being frank with you, I can't wait until November is over. I feel like John Green with his poofy hair. The poof has a life of its own! Its name is Stress...

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Week One of NaNo

Week one of NaNo is now officially over! On day 7 the goal was 11,666, and I ended the day with 12,188 words. Not too far ahead, but every bit helps. Especially when right afterward you get hit with a day like the day I've had...

My grandpa's funeral was this morning. I didn't get to go. I had to work, because there were only two other people who could have worked the shift for me, and it was one of their birthdays, and the other one was her best friend. They'd asked for the day off way in advance.

So I worked. I worked nine hours. I worked nine hours, on my feet all day, on a very busy day. I worked without stopping for a break, because if I'd taken a break everything would have spun out of control, and customers would have left unhappy for their wait times and their service.

When I was done working on the day of my grandpa's funeral, I went to a 24 hour diner in town with wi-fi to try to get some writing done. Because I thought if I went home I'd melt on the couch until it was time to go to sleep, and I really want to keep from getting behind during NaNo.

The diner's wi-fi was down. And I discovered this after ordering food. And the food sucked. And my waiter was extremely inattentive.

I left, and came home. I forced myself to write, even though I didn't feel like it. I discovered that writing about my characters bickering is cathartic. I wrote this blog post.

Now I'm going to bed. Good night, cruel world...