Week 2 of NaNoWriMo has a reputation for being the hardest week. I hope that's true, because this week was a doozy.
If I had no other life, writing would be no problem. But I have a husband who is so needy. He expects me to answer him when he asks me questions and actually have conversations with him when he comes home from work. And then there are the 4 children. Needy, needy. They need lunch money, birthday gifts for friends; they ask what's for dinner; they get sick and need to go to the doctor.
And then they wet beds and poop outside without telling anyone. Then before you know it, every sheet and blanket in the house is waiting in a patient pile by the washer and every mattress is bare. Meanwhile, the rest of your family has tracked poop up and down stairs, hallways, and kitchens. So you spend your writing time looking at people's bum crack cleavage in doctor's offices and lugging your carpet cleaner around your house and thinking you should buy stock in Clorox Wipes.
So, is it really necessary to let you know that I am 4900 words behind? No, I didn't think so. Don't worry. I am plotting the rest of my novel today on index cards and Mr. Coleman is headed to Phoenix until Sunday night. I have a Friday and Saturday night date with a few of my favorite people. I hope someday you get to meet them too. Here are some novel stats:
Number of times I thought seriously about quitting: 26
Ounces of caffeinated beverages consumed: 40
Number of times I called this project "stupid": 2
Insomnia episodes: 2
Topics researched on google: corsets, fjords, Båhus castle, coming-of-age rituals
Topics researched on google: corsets, fjords, Båhus castle, coming-of-age rituals
Nearly every sentence in Part 2 is spoilery, so I'm not sharing much. But this should give you a feel:
PART TWO: CHILL SEASON
I shall not come into the hall with words of fear upon my lips.
The Aesir will welcome me: death comes without lamenting.
The disir summon me home.
Gladly shall I drink ale in the high seat.
The days of my life are ended: I die with a laugh.
-the Krákumál
I shall not come into the hall with words of fear upon my lips.
The Aesir will welcome me: death comes without lamenting.
The disir summon me home.
Gladly shall I drink ale in the high seat.
The days of my life are ended: I die with a laugh.
-the Krákumál
Someone should have warned me. Perhaps then I would have made less of a fool of myself.
Warned you about what? I don't think you've made a fool of yourself.
ReplyDeleteSorry you're week has been a doozy. I hope this week is much better for you. I'm still looking forward to reading your book. :)
It really is a marathon for writers. It's about this time that I'm not so envious anymore that I'm not participating. :P Good luck. You're gonna do great and breeze right by those next few landmarks.
ReplyDeleteThis is making me laugh and laugh. Just what I needed today. See, even I'm needy.
ReplyDeleteThis is going to be such an adventure. I love that you're doing it. Hey my friend (sushi & pizza) LOST her first week because of a computer "cleanse." I don't think anyone should replace, clean, add to, or transfer any or part of their hard drive when they're doing such a high-intensity project... So back yourself up, girly!!! Love ya.
ReplyDeleteKeep going! I'm so excited for you and I can't wait to read it. Seriously, let me know if you need any help... I'd be more than happy to bring by dinner some night as my contribution to your project! (Honestly, call me... I make a mean homemade pizza!)
ReplyDelete