So, I’ve been launching myself into something I actually have the time, but not the inspiration for. Or maybe I have inspiration and time, but no confidence. Whichever it is, I have an excuse for not blogging, and that’s what matters.
You see, I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year. The goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel in the month of November. It’s hard. I’m very behind. NaNoWriMo lets you update your word count on the site, and you can see where you are and where you’re supposed to be.
This is what my graph looks like today:
My love of graphs, seeing the brown graph go up fast enough to cross the blue one in time, is the only thing that’s motivating me to actually finish this. And my inability to leave things unfinished. And the fact that if you reach 50,000 by November, you get a 50% discount on the writing software I’ve been using, and it’s nice.
If you peek around on the forums at NaNoWriMo for a while, it’s immediately obvious that people love writing about dragons, vampires, space, vampires in space, the future, aliens, crime, the middle ages, or romantic teen novels (set in space, and featuring vampires, natch).
I’m not that imaginative, so mine is about a bunch of regular people, and the story is set in Toronto, in October 2009. Because outer space and the future is way too difficult. Last month and my own city are complicated enough. And oh gosh I made it so difficult. You know how in the movie “Love, Actually” there are like thirty characters and everyone is somehow related? It’s kind of like that, except
with dragons the characters and stories are completely different.
I had to jot down some notes to figure out what was happening simultaneously with whom, because eventually things converge
in outer space. There’s a guy who works in a lab (because I wrote what I know) and he had to be done with an experiment at a certain time, so I was working out what he had to do when, and figured out that he had to put his blot in antibody on Wednesday night. (Mad creepy flashbacks to writing my own schedule for lab work, of course. Eerie, that feeling of panic about making a fake person get his stuff done on time and accounting for overnight steps.) In that same week, there’s a big event for another character. Her band is performing their first big show in a local pub.
So I wrote down: “Thursday: bands show.”
See what happened there? I meant to write “band’s show”, forgot the apostrophe, and on rereading my notes a few hours later, I thought that part referred to the guy’s Western blot experiment. Because Thursday would have been the day he’d see the bands show up!
You know what, I’m going to work that in somehow.
Also, does this count toward my word count?