It’s been a long haul this year for my NaNo adventure. I had the ghost of an idea for a book and was hoping to tease out the plot during the month of writing dangerously, but that hasn’t happened. I need more time to think this through, and it will probably get shelved once November is over because I have several other projects in the works. Still, NaNo isn’t a waste, as it’s force me to get back into the habit of writing daily, and it’s a bit surprising how many words I can type in an hour if I push myself.
On the flip side, my hands are hurting from the typing. It’s not carpal tunnel, it’s just aches and pains from jamming the space bar and muscles that aren’t used to marathon writing sessions. My first office job was in a typing pool, and as much as I like to write I can’t imagine ever doing that as a full-time job again.
So, it’s early on November 29, which means today and tomorrow to wrap the novel. It’s almost toast! Just two more days, and I’m at 47,132 words, so I have no doubt I’ll reach the 50K mark, but the story won’t be at an end. I think instead of writing chapters for the next two days I’m going to write chapter synopses and try to find a suitable finishing point for the story. Then if I pick it up later I’ll have the skeleton of a plot to follow and can flesh out the writing.
In other writing news, I’ve started talking to some people in the hopes of getting a history book project underway. I have an interested publisher, but I need access to archival materials and I may need permissions for using materials. I also have some encyclopedia articles on athletes that I’m working on. Here’s to a verbose December!
Actually, I’m sick of days with color names. Okay, one day in particular. Have you guessed what it is? Here’s a hint: It’s happening in two days. Or it has been happening for a week already. And the pre-pre-pre-pre Color-Name-Day-That-Will-Not-Be-Named days have been happening, now, for at least a month. Remember when Christmas was just one day? And when we actually enjoyed Thanksgiving, before it turned into nothing but a month-long (er, I mean five-week-long-and-growing) sales pitch?
I know what you’re thinking. I’m a jaded holiday hater. One of those people who smashes tree ornaments and steals kiddies’ presents from under the tree. A veritable Grinch. But that’s not true. I just want to enjoy a holiday with seeing it pushed aside as unimportant because the Next Big Thing is coming up. Like when you’re watching TV and half the screen is occupied by commercials for the next show. It’s like they can’t wait to get this one over with.
Tomorrow I am celebrating Thanksgiving, and I’ll spend some time writing to keep up with my NaNo goals (I’m at 720 words behind at the moment, but today’s not over yet and I hope to make up that difference). Enjoy your holiday, and for those of you who have to work, I send you double wishes of cheer.
I’m behind the NaNo word-count goal by about 3300 words, so I need to write more than the minimum of 1667 words a day to finish my 2017 novel at the end of November. It’s still well within the realm of possibility, but today, other than being a work day, I’m finding all sorts of excuses to avoid the beast. Write before work? It didn’t happen this morning. I usually take a short coffee break in the morning and fit in some writing, but I avoided that, too. And now it’s nearly lunchtime and I’m writing about not writing instead of writing. Ah, the procrastination has set in!
But there’s nothing new about that, and only one way to fix it. So, a bite of lunch, another cup of coffee, and words. Many, many words. Let them gush forth like a geyser and spray on the virtual page, never mind what gets wet. Unless it’s the keyboard …
Good luck, fellow NaNo writers!
My novella “Hekatite” has been published in Corrugated Sky‘s second anthology, Smoke and Steam, and is available on Amazon. Because my blog isn’t a commercial site, I can’t provide you with a live link, so just go to Amazon and search for the book. The paperback is available now, and the ebook will be available in the next several days.
The “Hekatite” story takes place on Seacombe Island and happens before the events in my forthcoming novel, Seacombe Island. It’s Steampunk science fiction, set in a world where coal powers everything — but maybe not for much longer. Botanists on the island have discovered the Hekate orchid, a beautiful flower that has a surprise: burning the sap from its seed pods produces more energy than coal. Edward Gray is appointed to supervise the Hekatite fuel refining process, and he is tasked with producing enough to power the airship HMS Nares in England’s bid to win a race to the South Pole. But the ugly truth about Hekatite is that it is also a powerful toxin. Will Edward’s quest be successful? And will he survive the race?
If you want to know the answer, buy the book and read the story. And then, read the other three stories. Or read the stories in any order you like, because all of them are good!
And now, back to NaNo. I was away from my desk all day yesterday and I’m behind on my word-count goals, so I’ll have to burn some midnight oil to do some catching up.