NaNoWriMo, Day 11-13: Ebb and Flow

For the first time since this crazy thing began, I’m all caught up and I didn’t have to stay up until stupid-thirty to do so.

On Friday, I let the story fall dormant. I didn’t write a single word.

On Saturday, Laura and I went to a NaNo gathering at the Madison branch of the Lakewood Public Library. I had decided to write some of my protagonist’s backstory, and every sentence was painful to write. It was dull and uninspired, and it was a huge chore to write. My word count for the meeting was about seven hundred words.

After the meeting, Laura and I went to see Chicken Little, then had some dinner. Instead of sitting down to write when we got home, I watched Saw. Twice. Then I watched bits and pieces of a couple other movies, including The Boston Strangler starring Henry Fonda and Tony Curtis.

So, when I got up this morning I was at just over seventeen thousand words. The target for today is a little less than twenty-two thousand. We had planned to go to the Arabica coffee house in Willoughby and maybe meet up with some WriMos there, do a couple of sprints, commiserate over coffee and the like. Before we left, I opened up my NaNo2005 text document, added one sentence to close the stupid flashback I had been working on, and saved the file. Whether the backstory keeps its current form or changes radically will have to wait. Today, I wanted to move into new territory.

We got to the Arabica at a few minutes after 2:00 and sat down to write. No other WriMos made an appearance, but we didn’t leave until 7:15. It was easily the longest I’ve sat in a coffee shop since I was in college. It was also a fairly productive five hours. When we left, I was less than eight hundred words shy of making today’s goal.

Best of all, the plot thickens. One character I had intended to use only briefly came to the forefront and started getting surly. The protagonist asked some questions and got some interesting answers. And, out of nowhere, the antagonist offered the protagonist a job.

After we got home, I added a couple of scenes to make today’s goal, but I’m too tired to keep going right now. It’d be nice to have a bit of a safety buffer going into week three, but it ain’t gonna happen.

Today was something of a milestone for me in terms of NaNoWriMo. Last year, my novel sputtered and died around 19,400 words, and no amount of life support could revive it. Today, I blew past the 20,000 word mark. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able make it beyond last year’s stopping point, which is probably one reason that I didn’t write anything at all on Friday and did so poorly yesterday.

Time to put a lid on this before I get even more rambly. Remember how I said that I watched part of The Boston Strangler last night? Well, it started at 4AM, which meant I didn’t get to bed until almost 6AM. I’m running on about 3.5 hours of sleep, and it’s starting to catch up with me. I am made of stupid.

‘Sokay, though. Look at that word count and bow to your stupid, stupid master.