Happy Belated NaNoWriMo
It’s National Novel Writing Month and I, predictably, have been notably absent from my fiction writing corner. I swear, this happens every year. Either I’m a very contradictory person or someone really screwed up making NaNoWriMo in November. Either way, I’m here now, writing, and that’s all that counts.
Since I basically didn’t post AT ALL last week (shame on me!), I will tell you that I did not do all that well, but I did do some writing. I ended the week at 42,815 words. This means that, yes, all I wrote last week was 2,749 words. Not horrendous, but not great.
The idea now, in order to get this book into some semblance of a correct word count, I need to do about 1,400 words a day (just on the week days). I am trying to do more at the beginning of the month, though, because my husband’s bday and Thanksgiving are at the end of the month, plus my bday is at the beginning of December, and I don’t want this book dragging on till then. If it does, you’ll find me in a corner somewhere in Portland, OR, sobbing. Hopefully I’ll be at home or in Powell’s.
So, my word count for today is 43,851. That’s 1,036 words done today. It’s not a great start, but I haven’t been writing on the book since the beginning of last week, so it took me a little bit to immerse myself back into the story.
As an aside, last week one of my very dear friends came up to visit. She is actually the reason I moved up to Portland – after which she moved back to my hometown, Los Angeles. We had a great time catching up and I got a chance to
see some of Portland that I normally don’t take the time to see. One such place with the Shanghai Tunnels. We went on a haunted night tour – even though Halloween is over. It was pretty impressive. There used to be an entire underground substructure to Portland, with opium dens, prostitution, and – most notably – kidnapping and human trafficking. Portland has a tragic history on this subject, and there is still human trafficking today, but back in the day there were men who would find vagrants, lumberjacks, cowboys, sailors, and others “just passing through” and kidnap them. Then they would sell these men to a sea captain and the man would wake up on a ship – out at sea. Women were also kidnapped and sold to other cities as prostitutes. It was an extremely spooky and horrific tour which made no joke out of the intense human suffering that occurred down in those tunnels. I really found it fascinating.
That’s all from me today! I will be more consistent now that my friend has flown away.
I leave you with a writing quote:
“Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very’; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.” – Mark Twain