*************I'm in day six of my month long attempt to write a 50,000 word novel. For me, getting started was the hardest part so far. Along about the third day, I sensed the beginnings of an actual story were gradually working their way from the depths of my muddled mind to the conscious level.
I made my first notes on Wednesday morning on a pad of paper in the bathroom in between applying deodorant, putting on mascara and brushing my teeth. I'm on a roll and even came up with some possible titles for my novel. (Did you notice I didn't put quotes around the world novel? That's a good sign, don't you think?).
I even went so far as to promise the instructor of my very first online creative writing class that I'd dedicate the book to her. She's the facilitator of a writer's website that I have fun hanging out at. Needless to say, I'm feeling good about my past six days worth of novel-writing accomplishments.
I entered into this challenge thinking I'd be free-writing my way from page to page. For unknown reasons, that's not the case so far. I'm doing quite a bit of thinking as I write and I don't know if that's good or not. I'm ahead of my word-count quota so my gut tells me not to worry.
My only real concern is that I'm not having as much fun as I thought I would. I'm hoping that I'll loosen up one of these days or get tired of picking and choosing my words. I'm looking forward to spending a big chunk of days writing without forethought and thus drawing from the side of my psyche that tends to hold back.
As far as pages go, I'm on page twenty-four. I've been reading my story to Lon, my husband, day by day. He's chuckled at nearly every page and tells me I'm doing a good job. (After forty years of slightly tarnished wedded bliss, he's no dummy!)
I'm looking forward to dinner and the Buddy Holly Show this evening. I trust the diversion will be a good thing.
(I can honestly say that I haven't harmed a single "furlet" on Chris's head. Chris is my inanimate yet indisposal writing companion. That's him way up yonder, posing with my All-Star badge. In lieu of tearing my own hair out, I'm keeping him close by should I need something to yank. It's alright, really. Remember, he's not a real live critter. We had a couple of dogs in the past but...)
Have a great weekend, y'all!