This morning, Day Three of NaNoWriMo, I seemed to be somewhere that Chris Baty says should be the realm of Week Two. That would be the infamous ’storm cloud’ scenario.
I was plodding along and realized that Becca, protagonist and my own personal alter-ego, was an insufferable little prick who was boring the pants off me and would cause any potential readers to flee from the moralizing she was slinging out as I tried to throw some social relevance into the soup. Becca was miserable; I was miserable. By lunchtime I realized there was no way I’d make it to December or 50,000 words this way.
So the dogs and I went to the state park. When we got back I started thinking about how pissed off I am at something that’s going on in my real life. And I started thinking, wouldn’t it be nice if I could only blankety-blank-blank-blank.
And I realized that I could — in my novel. I spent an hour or so banging away at a ridiculous premise and a lovely revenge scheme. I had a whole lot more fun than I had had earlier in the day, and cranked out a lot more words to add to the count. I have some ideas that may carry me for another day or two. They’re nasty. 
No more Ms. Nice Guy. Thank heaven.
Whatever works!
8121!!! It appears I’m still on your heels. Way to go, girlfriend.
I can’t wait to read that chapter!
Me too! Maybe that is what I need to get writing today – something to piss me off.
I hit the “week 2″ phase on Day 2, no joking. I donned my totem yesterday and gave my story the whooping it needed. But today, I feel like Day 2 again. Ugh.
You know, it’s funny because whenever I think of something to use for my story that initially sounds completely irrelvant, it turns out to inspire something in me that really works. May it be the same with you!
I’m in charge of herding a group of people together for this committee I’m on and I’m trying to get people to remember to come to tomorrow night’s meeting (that has been on the books for, oh, about 3 months now) and I just got this one from one of the members (who’s probably in her mid-60s): I can’t come because I’m going to be tap dancing at the county fair.
Please, someone, use this line somewhere, okay? Thanks.
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Hey! Remember the number one rule of NaNoWriMo: you aren’t writing literature. You’re purging. And, yes, even crappy plots can be cathartic.
Gully — Nice to see you here! I’m looking forward to eventually HAVING a plot, no matter how crappy!