Let’s recap, chilluns. This month, I:
* Finished primary revisions on Lost Things and handed it off for mastication.
* Read a couple big books.
* Designed and released two different training courses, including training both courses to the final trainers.
* Tiled my bathroom and installed a new shower pan. (With Jackie)
* Tiled the kitchen. (With Jackie)
* Ran my normal allotment of games
* Did not skip any of the shows I normally watch
* Went to a couple of movies
* Got Justin from football practice and went to his games.
* Blew two days doing tech support for a laptop that doesn’t work right.
Those last four things are important for me to mention, because of this one other thing:
The story is called Spindle. It’s a fairy tale about a boy in third grade who lost his mom, and a drama about a girl from a magical kingdom caught in an abusive relationship.
(And no, you can’t read it yet — it’s probably less than half done, even now. I’m thirty-five thousand words into a FLASHBACK at this point. Someone slap me.)
Now, yeah, I’ve already done NaNoWriMo before, so let’s qualify why this one is particularly sweet to me:
* I didn’t disrupt my life.
* I didn’t disrupt the lives of my friends and family (I didn’t even MENTION doing NaNoWriMo, not ONCE.)
* I didn’t START until NOVEMBER EIGHTH (once I handed off Lost Things to De), which means I had to average an extra five hundred words every day, and in fact had more 3000+word-days than I ever have before.
For those of you who’ve opined that it is impossible for a person to do NaNoWriMo without turning your life upside down and making it the ONLY thing that was going on in November… well, you’re flat out wrong. Very sorry, but you’re wrong.
If it sounds like I’m tooting my own horn a bit… well, yeah, I am, cuz this is an accomplishment. Hard, yes, but not impossible.
My goal, to put it simply, wasn’t to prove that I could do it, it was to prove that I could do it without constant reader feedback, without fanfare, and without a big hullabulloo, and most importantly without a lot of concessions from my “real life” to make it happen.
To do it matter-of-factly, like it was my work, maintaining the word count I had to have, while still ENJOYING what I was writing about.
I did that. I’m really damn happy. I’m going to enjoy wearing this year’s t-shirt.
Now, I’m going to sleep. December never looked so sweet. I’ve got a good story started.
Untidy Heap
11:49 PM, 11.30.04