Just a quick update on where Micah and I are on our NaNoWriMo quest. I am completely caught up after knocking out an epic 8000+ words between Saturday and Sunday. Micah will get caught up tonight. He pounded out just over 900 words yesterday and decided to tackle the remaining 233 with his daily goal today. I eventually had to throw him out of the den because he was just a little too happy about making his goal when I still had not. He didn’t seem to care that I had to write a considerably larger number of words than he had. Little braggart.
While Micah seems to be still full of ideas and moving on along, I wandered around for a good 30 minutes muttering about having no idea what happens next. I finally came up with something but I’m mostly in the same spot now. It’s my understanding that this isn’t rare so I’m sure I’ll push on through. Eventually. Most likely.
I’m also trying not to stress out about all of the things I’m not getting to and all of the people that I’ve made commitments to that I’m now super late delivering. Luckily, most of those commitments are to folks who are either writers or work in the publishing industry so they understand.
I’ve no plans to try to publish whatever I end up with and have no illusions that it’ll be any good at all. The only reason I’m doing this – stressing myself out, putting added responsibilities on TJ because she’s picking up my slack at home, and locking myself away from my family for too many hours – is because I’m not sure I can. This is a challenge that I’ve never thought I could complete. Beyond proving to myself that I can tell a story of sorts that spans over at least 50,000 words, this is a pointless exercise. One that I’m forcing other people who had no say in my choice to deal with. Totally selfish of me but if I can get through it without giving up, I think I’ll gain a pretty big chunk of confidence. No matter how the story turns out, it’ll be something that I created. And that’s pretty cool.