New NaNoWriMo strategy: reach 25,000 words by November 30. This makes sense because:
· I have a snowball’s chance in hell of accomplishing this.
· I’d rather have a salvageable first draft—however rough—than a 50,000-word puddle of incoherent brain-vomit that is beyond redemption (see: Autobiography of a Tick). I think that’s one reason this has been my most laborious endeavor in the long form: I’m actually aiming for something that has a plot, and a pace that suits this format, and not just writing with a mind toward the final word count.
· If I can get reach 25,000 words this month, then I can reach 50,000 next month, and 75,000 the month after that, until this thing is as long as it needs to be.
· It’s November 27—it’s time to admit alternative victory (which sounds better than “defeat”).
· Lately I feel so scattered and unfocused and pulled in about ten billion different directions, not to mention mired in the sort of unrelenting ambiguity that drives control freaks like me up the wall, it’s a miracle I’m present enough to change the toilet paper roll as needed, let alone write a novel.
· Look! I’ve hit the 25,375-word mark! I’ve already exceeded my November goal!
What does this have to do with being a newly minted Austinite (which is this blog’s—at the moment, anyway—ostensible theme, because otherwise it would just be “Look, dudes, my navel is such a scenic view when gazed into against an orange backdrop,” which reminds me, I do want to dedicate a post to Narcissism, aka The Zeitgeist of Our Era, and more to the point, The Zeitgeist of Me)? Good question. Uh, well, I wrote here today (latte art—fancy!). And look! Here’s a Texas-related link!
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