I wrote only 11,000 of my targeted 50,000 words. I didn’t even blog that much. Here’s what I did instead…
- Voted, even though it was an off-year election.
- Took four teenagers to the funeral of one of their classmates to offer my love, support, and guidance. It was one of the saddest days of my life.
- Wrote a post on teen suicide that went viral. It was surprising, and it was humbling because it introduced me to the powerful stories of some who are much closer to this issue than I.
- Drove the carpool a dozen times.
- Shoveled the first snow of the season. And the second snow of the season.
- Cheered my daughter at her first dance team meet, and watched an honorary daughter, who I’ve known since she was a brand new baby, in a high school play.
- Learned how to sequin a dance costume, a task at which I am marginally skilled. (I paid someone to do the second one.)
- Watched a doe and her fawn on their daily trek through the yard.
- Counseled my son on the proper use of social media. And then “counseled” him again two weeks later.
- Discovered where the mice are entering the basement.
- Cooked a Thanksgiving feast for just my family of five and let the kids eat in their pajamas which, as it turns out, is their favorite Thanksgiving “tradition”.
- Retired a favorite pair of yoga pants.
- Took my oldest and my youngest to a performance of the opera. An appreciation for opera happens to be one of the few things they have in common.
- Helped my daughter address a knotty scheduling problem, and then let her cry it out for 15 minutes afterwards, sitting in the car in an unheated garage.
- Repainted the hearth. It has needed a new coat of paint for twenty years.
So no, I did not write 50,000 words. Are these excuses? Not really – just a partial accounting of my time so I can see where I go from here. Perhaps I’m not an author, but I’d like to think I’m slightly closer to a life well-lived.
And congrats to those who did hit the target, in particular to Cristina at Filling My Prayer Closet and Jennifer at The Deliberate Mom. As we opera goers say, “Brava”!
Image courtesy of National Novel Writing Month
Also known, on alternate days, as MeWriSoPo. Let’s just say National Novel Writing Month is not going well for me. It’s a little like training for a marathon I’m never going to run. All effort without satisfaction and bragging rights.
We are past the halfway point and I have only 8,180 of the targeted 50,000 words. I probably should have opted for NaBloPoMo since I have already convinced myself that, given the motivation, I can crank out a post a day for a limited time.
I seem to be at my best writing in short bursts of about 300 words. (If you have math skills equivalent to 5th grade or higher, you may now divide my actual count by the number of days that have passed in November and see how abysmally long this is going to take me. And that’s if I never take a day off. I have “taken off” approximately 14 of the last 17 days.)
Besides 41,820 words, here’s what I’m missing:
- A plot. OK, that’s an overstatement. What I’m missing is a compelling plot. One someone might actually want to read.
- A name for the character who is narrating the story. As dumb as this sounds, it is keeping me from writing my synopsis and completing my NaNoWriMo profile. Which has become a writer’s block. Suggestions, anyone?
- An attention span longer than 20 minutes.
A little planning would’ve helped. Characters keep popping in and out of my story like drive-bys on the highway. I get a quick glimpse of them, and then they’re gone. And it would help if I could keep myself from being derailed as life happens, because life seems to be happening a lot around here lately.
(This post is exactly 300 words. See what I mean?)