This November I find myself lacking. There are two things I desperately wish I could find over the next twenty two days – words and time.
Of course I will explain it to you all in somewhere between 300-600 words, and burn at least thirty minutes. So I’m spending potential words and a measure of time to proclaim to the world how I am so frustrated by the lack of time I have available and the absent of words on the page.
Hence calling this a hypocritical rant. – the lantern has been hung, shall we continue?
November 20th approaches rapidly and I find myself still more than 20k words away from finishing his editing pass of Seth’s novel. God’s sake, I still don’t even have a title yet. At this point I am starting to come to grips I won’t get another pass at this. I intended to make a final pass for polish and nit picking, but that doesn’t seem possible. I’m struggling to finish this pass in time.
I’ve learned a valuable writing lesson. It is rather unfortunate it must be in the final days before I need to submit the project, but I learn a lot about my common mistakes. The punctuation around dialog tags, my insistence to put that in every sentence… I think further work should be at least moderately cleaner.
That’s really the whole point of all this isn’t it? Writing and reading are the only two sure ways to improve the craft, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’ve managed to come through this process with a couple of lessons. It’s not just about my mistakes, but I have a much better indication for how long I need to allocate for the editing process.
So all in all, as mind numbing and soul draining as the last couple weeks have been, I’m still making progress.
The main casualty of this lesson is my NaNoWriMo project. It’s eight days into the thirty day month and I sit at a staggering zero words. It’s disappointing, witnessing the rising counts of my writer buddies doesn’t help. Alas I still feel capable and up to the task.
There’s no point in setting easy goals you know you can do without a struggle. At the risk of sounding arrogant, NaNoWriMo itself was never going to be a difficult exercise. To win you need to write 1,667 words per day for thirty days. Well my average is over 3k. This delay in my NaNo beginning just makes it a more difficult challenge to aim for, without being out of the realm of possibility.
For me NaNoWriMo will be half the time, so it shall be renamed TurboNoWriMo.
I know initially it sounded like I was losing my mind, but it’s not the case; okay, well not entirely. I’m feeling the grind of this editing process and the pressure of the deadline looms, but that’s what being a writer is all about isn’t it?
As grueling as this whole ordeal feels I still get a small feel of accomplishment as I finish each chapter and I imagine it’ll feel terrific after the final one is complete.
I have to get back to work. Words and time are precious commodities this time of the year – so I hope you guys appreciate that you’re important enough to me to spend at least a part of it on you. 😉