Just kidding. I don’t have a soul.
See, this is the type of dark humor I’ve been reduced to. Thanks, NaNo.
In the first 7 days of November, I wrote over 11,000 words. I’m surprised my fingers aren’t bleeding yet.
In the first week of NaNo, some stuff happened.
- Before November, I plotted and planned for the story that I have mentally named The NightOwl Bookstore, which I have blogged about and bragged about here and here. But THEN. A few days before November 1st, I decided it was a great idea to start working on a story I have mentally named THE SEQUEL. In other words, the sequel to The Sound of Color, the high-fantasy novel that got me started on this whole “writer” thing to begin with. The one I’m trying to get published. The one that is my precious child and I love dearly.
- So I’m writing THE SEQUEL and suddenly it’s November 1st, and I tell my brain that it’s time to leave my high fantasy world and come write the Contemporary about the bookstore that I’ve been plotting and planning. To which my brain replies: um… no.
- So now I’m writing a sequel. HOW DOES ONE SEQUEL? HOW DOES ONE WRITE A SERIES? HOW DOES ONE -? How did I manage to write 10,ooo words in 6 days? Impressive.
And then it was November 8th. The day the world kinda imploded. You see, I live in the United States. So I kinda spent the entire day focused on the election and not really on my writing. And then the next day, I kinda spent the entire day on trying not to cry and not really working on my writing.
So. If I was to “catch up” today, I would have to write 5,000 words. Note to self: if you wanna win NaNo, don’t
schedule an election skip two days of writing.
I’m not sure if I’m going to try to catch up with NaNo. I’m also not really sure how to respond to the results of the election. But here’s the thing: being a writer is about having good days and bad days, and learning to not let your bad days ruin your good ones. It reminds me of one of my favorite Doctor Who quotes:
I’m going to be wholly frank: I was disappointed with the results of the election. But having a future president that I strongly dislike does not negate the beauty of the rest of my country. There are still a million leaves around my university campus, each a different shade of red or orange or yellow or speckled with brown. There is still poetry and music. We are getting two more songs from the Hamilton Mixtape released this week. Moana comes out in two weeks. God is still good, and life will carry on. (And if you’re excited about the outcome of the election, you are fully entitled to have your own opinion.)
Likewise, my two days of not-writing do not negate the victory of having written 11,000 words in the first week of NaNo. Whether I catch up or not is irrelevant. The important thing is that I don’t let my bad writing days ruin my good ones.
Wherever you are, election- or writing-wise, keep on. Set your heart on the good. Write like you’re running out of time. And if you need some encouragement, put on some Hamilton.
Alright. Gotta go do some noveling.