Ever written like a deranged lunatic with no thought for how much, or how fast, you’re writing? How often have you just banged away at the keys like something possessed and found yourself amazed at the stuff you’ve knocked out. This has happened to me recently—for the first time in a while.
I knew I had it in me to vomit a high word count, but … HOT DAMN! have I surpassed myself this month of November.
I signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo, with the full intention of completing the 50k word limit of a novel I wanted to write (okay, rewrite—but from scratch). However, due to a death in the family, my writing ground to a halt for days at the beginning of October and I fell way behind in the writing schedule I’d set for myself. Because of this, when NaNo began, my other rewrite—one I’d begun at the end of September and not for NaNo—was not finished. But I’d got 65k into it, was inside the character’s heads, and was buggered if I could put it down. So I convinced myself I could do both.
The big problem with that arose when I realised how different the voices were in the two novels I tried to simultaneously work on. One character is quite serious and for the most part had her head screwed on straight, whereas the other is a bit of a ditz and somewhat emotionally unbalanced. It was a pain in the rear to write them both at the same time because my more serious mc kept trying to bleed into the writing of the novel containing the nutty mc (mc=main character, btw). I got 18k into NaNo and realised I couldn’t do both and ended up sticking with the one my head demanded be finished—which meant the NaNo novel got pushed aside.
Well … I finished my rewrite a few days ago, took a look at my NaNo project and almost fainted when I spotted how far behind I’d fallen in my failure to novel-multitask. I currently have 20k written when I should be at the 30k mark to stay on track and I hate to fail at these things.
But then I looked back over what I’d written since the 1st November when NaNo started, checked on my word count for the month so far. On my completed rewrite alone, I’d written 72k in 16 days. When I added that to my then NaNo count, it came to a grand total of 91 thousand words. My goggling eyes nearly bobbled right out of my head.
So, on that note, even if I fail to complete my 50k of my NaNo novel by the end of 30th November, there is no way on this earth I will feel like I’ve lost. With the words I’ve drummed out this month, I feel like nothing but a winner.
What about yourselves? You ever impressed numero uno?