Today I am thankful that I haven’t given up.
It’s true that most nights I sit down at the computer complaining about how hard NaNoWriMo is, how what I’m writing is totally trite, how I hate this character one day only to hate this other character the next, how I’ll never be able to write 1,667 words tonight, how this stinks and blah, blah, blah.
And most nights, I’m wrong. Most nights I don’t have much of an idea of where the story is going. Occasionally, I have a brainstorm in the middle of the day and can’t wait to see where it’s going to lead. A lot of the time, I’m writing a whole lot of crap only to find a nugget of potential buried in there somewhere. And it’s that nugget that keeps me going, keeps me coming back, keeps me interested enough to see where it’s going to go.
There has only been one night where I didn’t write at all (but I had some really valid excuses, really) and then one night when some technical issues drove me to the point of panic and I wrote about 500 words and then nearly face planted on the computer from exhaustion so the hubby sent me to bed.
Although most nights you’ll hear me complaining, I’m still sitting down each night to write.
18,451 words to date. 31,459 to go.