50,000 words in 30 days.
Wrestling with a laptop keyboard that keeps randomly popping the cursor into new spots all over the page while I’m trying to get down a sentence that falls out of my head faster than I can type it. Craving 5 teensy minutes of editing time with the dreck-filled paragraph I just wrote, and knowing that if I cave, I will not meet the daily word count. Ducking into the guest bedroom immediately after Thanksgiving dinner to smush out a few more sentences, in-laws be darn-it-all-to-hecked. (I like my in-laws.) Repeatedly wiping the tear-soaked keyboard and my streaming nose with my shirtsleeves on the last day, not because I’m almost finished, but because I’m killing off a supporting character and can’t stop writing to walk 50 feet down the hall for a box of tissues. And I don’t even *like* that stupid coon dog!
National Novel Writing Month, folks. One of the best, hardest things I’ve ever done.
www.nanowrimo.org
Join me for another round in November this year? Registration is now open – and it’s 100% FREE!
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just checked this site and am liking it....dare i take this on, along with my commitment to 30 minutes of exercise a day? can i tell the story in a microphone while i run on the elliptical and the type it when i'm done? hmmm....would love to read your novel.
ReplyDeleteyes, you DO dare! C'mon mah sistah! We will conquer it together, since the Distance Race is now officially off the docket as a joint experience :)
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