Total word count to date: 16,066
Why yes, I am behind. Nice of you to notice.
In truth, I'm not all that far behind. In doing the math, I still only have to write 1,786 words per day to have my 50,000 by the 30th. So all in all, not bad at all.
The better news is, this isn't my normal "slap it together" NaNo draft. I've done my time with bad drafting (five, to be precise), and I needed every one of them to learn and experiment with. This year, I finally feel like all of that practice is coming together, and if things keep going as they are, I will end up with an editable first draft by the end of the month. Cool, eh?
I feel the need to clarify though. By "editable draft", I mean a draft where the plot actually stays the same throughout the story. Sub-plots may pop-up, but they work with the main storyline, and don't try to take it over. Characters might not be fleshed out, but there's enough of their personality coming through that I'll be able to go back and round them out later. My sentence structure may need some serious revisions, but overall, the draft is coherent enough that I won't run screaming from the task of editing it later. That's what I want in an editable first draft. It's what I've been chasing after for years, and even though Her Private Chef is a good first draft, it's still not quite as good (technically speaking - I love the story) as Desert Heat. I can honestly say I'm looking forward to editing them both. Another first for me.
I feel like I'm finally coming "into my own" as a writer this year, tentatively confident that I'm writing potentially publishable stuff. Finally. And with this year's NaNo, I'm discovering my writing "threshold" - that I'm generally good for 800-1000 words at a time, after which I need a break. If I try to push past that, the quality of my writing goes down. No, NaNo isn't about quality, but I'm making it part of my personal experience since I already know I can finish a draft. I'm discovering that creating outlines that consist solely of scene synopses works best for me, personally, and that I don't have to be so afraid of weaving sub-plots in...they don't have to take over the story, and can just be another level of complexity.
This year's NaNo has been great so far, and I can't wait to see how the draft turns out.
How is your NaNo experience going so far? Are you on track to "win"? Learning anything about yourself as a writer?
Here's a short excerpt from Desert Heat, unedited, of course.
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Three loud thumps came from behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder with a frown. Marie was struggling in his arms, and he turned back to her, noting the bright red color rising in her cheeks and her absolute refusal to meet his eye. He let her go, careful to make sure she was steady before removing his hands from her arms.
"Oh my god," she said, turning away from him and running a hand through her hair.
"That's probably Scott. What was I thinking?" She turned back, distress lining her face. "I'm so sorry, that was a huge mistake. You have to go."
Darren frowned. "What's wrong?" He picked up the forgotten itinerary, holding it out to her. She snatched it and laid it on top of some folders on the table, then twisted her hair up into the tidy style she always wore, securing it with a few pins. She spared him only a cursory glance, her normal bland expression back in place.
"I'm having dinner with Scott," she said, reaching for her jacket and buttoning it back over her shirt. He realized the wanton woman he'd just been with was gone, and the cool, controlled doctor was back. "We made plans earlier on the plan." Three more knocks sounded, and Darren felt like opening the door and punching the man on the other side.
"Cancel," he said, blocking her way as she walked briskly toward the door. "Stay with me."
A flicker of that other woman sparked briefly in her eyes when she finally met his gaze. "I can't." She looked down, staring at his chest. "I'm sorry - you're just too...too...you." She pushed past him and pulled the door open. Darren turned, feeling only a little better when he saw the questions on the photographer's face when he saw him.
"Sorry I'm late, Scott," Marie said, gesturing back to Darren with a professional smile. "Dr. Newbury just stopped by to replace my copy of the schedule, and we were going over a few things." She raised her eyebrows at Darren. "Have a good evening, Doctor."
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