Monday, November 23, 2009

Hello, Mork! Nano-Nano.

I have eight days left to write. I am at 37,550. I have not had to take up Jocelyn's suggestion that I write "poop" 1,000 times. I waver between really liking how it's going and really hating it. I wonder how I will ever get in all I want to get in before the time is up.

Then I remind myself: there's always December. And that, my friends, is a horrifying thought, particularly on the days I'd like to bin the whole story.


Tara R. said...

That's still 37,550 more words than I wrote this month. Sounds like a success to me.

Jocelyn said...

I'm laughing at the "poop" thing, as I'd forgotten I'd recommended that. Damn, but I'm a good blog pal, eh?

Don't get caught up in the artificial consruct of a deadline, I tell you again. Sure, it's a kind of motivation, but if you end up feeling like you're just trying to meet deadlines and graph word counts, is that really writing? Take your time, let it unfold, and toss things in the bin if they're not worthy of your potential.

I don't know if you listen to podcasts, but I'd urge you to listen to Mary Karr on "Fresh Air" from last week. She threw out her current book (some 500 pages) twice before finally wrestling her way to what's in stores now.


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