Because we need more ridiculous abbreviations in the world!
Today is the last day of NaNoWriMo, and I again am not destined to win this year. I will get somewhere around 35-37,000 words though, which is the most I’ve ever written in a month. A little of that is schoolwork–November, it seems, is The Month of Big Papers–but the vast majority is novel. I’m happy with that. I had wanted to hit the magical 50k, and I really thought I might get it this year, but ultimately the dreaded Thanksgiving break dashed my concentration again. I think that if I genuinely want to achieve this next year, I’m going to have to budget to be done by November 23rd. I just don’t get much of substance done in my parents’ house. Too many distractions, too many obligations, and no ability to shut the door for a couple of hours in the middle of the day and knock out a thousand words. Today, I’ve told myself I must get done a history paper (and really, I must. I’ve been doing the ol’ “If I don’t look at the due date, it will never be due” trick for far more days than I should’ve) and after a sold hour of work the most I’ve got is 300 words. And boy, is that a padded estimate.
December starts tomorrow. Or tonight, if you prefer that sort of thinking. (Although this post will likely not be posted until December is well and truly upon us). It’s terrifying. This whole year has gone by at the breakneck pace of a car about to crash. Somehow, I try hard all other eleven months to not have a dizzying list of obligations left at the end of the year yet always fail. I’ve got the sorry feeling that I’ll be doing a lot of deep breathing exercises these next few weeks, between papers and finals and job applications and internship applications and scholarship essays. My motto this time of year is usually “All Will Be Well (If you work like a frenzied pixie and blind yourself to such things as long-term planning and ‘consequences’)” and that sees me through often enough.
These entries get away from me sometimes (always). Back to the title. My personal project this month–besides all of the above crap, which I don’t necessarily want to be doing, but a gal’s gotta eat and keep herself in paperbacks–is to edit and submit all of the four short stories that I’ve deemed of acceptable quality. I’ve got far more than that (probably ten or so) stored up on my hard drive but the others either have fundamental issues or were written too long ago for me to be assured that they’re any good. I keep saying that I’ll submit them, but by now some of these things are 18 months old and I really need to get my ass in gear. You can’t get paid for something that sits in a drawer, and you can’t live off wishes and rough drafts. Hence: National Submit Stuff Month. I will edit. I will submit. The last week of December is another break, but editing requires less time-investment for me than writing does, and so I should be able to do that while at my parents’ house.
And then I will collapse into a puddle of boneless goo.
The NaNo novel, which has around 30k in it right now, is also going to get worked on. I plan to keep up the writing-every-day thing, and editing is not writing. Plus, I seriously love this novel. I love the characters, especially one of them who is unfortunately just a secondary character in this book (but who may get her own short story). I woke up this morning with the perfect title in my head: The Improbability Engine. Titles do not come often or easily to me. This book’s a keeper.
Plus, I found my MC’s theme song. I often have theme songs for characters rather than stories, because to me the characters are the heart of it all. Anyway, for Carson: