NaNoWriMo Update #3

It’s official! For the third straight year, I am a NaNoWriMo Failure!

When last we met, I was “up to” 9300 words and change. This past week, I have added somewhere in the neighborhood of zero words. Despite the exciting prospect of adding several thousand words of sexual fantasies to my project, I chose to find other things to spend time on, like my job, my karate classes, watching football, etc.

Basically, this NaNoWriMo ended like the others I started, in a morass of frustration, excuses, distractions, and, ultimately, disinterest on my part.

November, in my rationalization, is not a good month for this. The latter part of the month may be productive for those without concern for family togetherness and power shopping, but during and after Thanksgiving, I’m in holiday mode, and spending several hours a day concerned with word count does not contribute to my Christmas spirit, Past, Present or Future.

So once again, I abandon my characters and replace the NaNoWriMo logo on my Facebook page with a generic photo of myself, and begin avoiding my friends who have more fortitude than I do, so I don’t have to answer the inevitable “How’s the writing going?”

Maybe I’ll try it again in February, just to see if I can do it. There’ll be no football, no holidays, no distractions.

We’ll see.

NaNoWriMo Update #2

Well, the short story (Ha!) is that I had an unpleasant week, particularly in regards to my writing. Or attempted writing, I should say.

To begin with, a couple of years ago I was diagnosed with macular degeneration in my left eye.  For about a year-and-a-half I received an injection of Avastin directly into my eye every other month, until my ophthalmologist was satisfied that the disease was under control; although I would never again have normal vision in that eye, at least things were not going to get worse. That was in July of ‘08.

I’ve been returning quarterly for checkups. Last week, iDoc (as I lovingly refer to him, since I have trouble pronouncing “ophthalmologist” in one take) saw a spot that concerned him,  ran some tests and found some hemorrhaging.

So this week began with another injection in my left eye. Lovely.

Tuesdays and Thursdays are my karate nights; generally after class I’m not energetic enough to come up with plot points and snappy dialog.

I was able to get some writing done during work hours, but not enough to make up for the time I slacked off during my home hours.

Basically, while I should be at 23,338 to be on track for 50,000 words, my completed word count is 9,341.

What’s the solution for catching up? I have two strategies:

The first is a website I recently discovered called “Write or Die”. It’s been mentioned several time in the official NaNoWriMo forums. I gave it a quick try, and wrote 800 words in about 45 minutes, which is a good pace for me. There’s something about a virtual gun being held to you head which makes it easy to ignore your infernal internal editor and spew out prose at a furious pace.

The second is a shift in genre. Until I can get myself back on track, I’m turning from Science Fiction/Adventure to Porn. That’s right. You heard right. Have you ever read porn? Of course not. Neither have I. But I imagine there’s nothing really literary about it, just pages and pages of excruciating descriptions of activities that we all know and enjoy, but never discuss.

We’ll see if a few steamy (or seamy) sex scenes increases my word count to the point that my main character can return to his Sci-Fi Adventure refreshed and ready.

Check back next week.

NaNoWriMo Update #1

The first week is complete. How am I doing?

I ‘ve put 5461 words to paper. Er, virtual paper.  I should be at 11,669. So I could be doing better. Lots better.

I’ve read from others that have completed the 50,000 words in past years that the second week is easier than the first. We’ll see if that’s true for me.

Time for my characters to sing a lot of songs, have long, drawn-out dreams, and have copious amounts of sex, all written in excruciating detail.

That should get the ol’ word count up!

Wish me luck.

Yo Ho 2: An Update

I have to relate this quick story. It is, to the best of my knowledge, 100% true and accurate. You can’t make this stuff up.

This occurred today between my older friend and her S.O.B. boyfriend, as mentioned in my original Yo Ho! post.

Miley Cyrus is appearing tonight in Philly. Boyfriend has a ‘tween daughter. He mentioned to my friend that the daughter was a big Miley fan, so she bought tickets to the Big Concert for the three of them, plus two of Daughter’s friends.

My friend, like many of us (and probably many of you), has been trying to avoid catching the bug that’s been going around, but she’s come down with a nasty cold, on top of some other minor health issues she’s been dealing with. So she told Boyfriend today that she wasn’t going to join them for Miley.

So her Beau, obviously concerned about her health, threw a hissy fit, and said that if she wasn’t going, he wasn’t either.

And they couldn’t very well disappoint the girls, who were so looking forward to seeing their idol; so since he wasn’t going, then my sick friend would have to drive them to the Wachovia Center.

Yes, you read that right. She decided not to go because she’s not feeling well. He proclaimed that if she wasn’t going, then he wasn’t either. And since he wasn’t going, then she’d have to take the girls to Philly.

I’m happy to report that she stopped by my office earlier this afternoon and asked me to print out MapQuest directions to the center so that the Boyfriend wouldn’t get lost taking the girls to the concert.

Good for her.