I passed the 34000 word mark this weekend.
That is over 2/3 of the way through my 50000 word manuscript target.
This is the hard part of the storytelling. Like Sisyphus, I have been pushing this rock up that hill all month long and gravity and momentum and my aged sinew are all beginning to tell on me.
This is where the going gets tough.
This isn’t just about Camp NaNoWriMo.
This is about novel writing in general. You line up any ten people at a writers convention and at least half of them have about twelve unfinished novels sitting up in a pyramid of shoeboxes scrawled on fistfuls of yellowed foolscap with a little sticky note on top of each of those shoeboxes reading – I GOT TO GET ROUND TO THIS ONE OF THESE DAYS!
Any damn thing that you have been MEANING to get around to doing – go and do it now.
Fuck the bucket list.
Make your dreams a reality now.
Start small. Run to big. Huge is going to happen.
Write that novel.
Say those words you mean to say to that person you mean to say.
Do it now!
Get your ass to the gym.
Mow the lawn.
Climb Mount Everest, bare naked, yodelling, in grease paint!
Don’t be a Sissy-Wuss!
yours in storytelling
PS – I just hit the 35000 word mark. I’m behind on my quota. The rock is getting heavier but I am going to lean on in and look for an elevator.