The night before NaNo I spent the night before NaNo scribbling furiously in an attempt to get the main plot from my head and onto paper. I had written a few bits and pieces down, but there was no rhyme or logic to any of it. (For, example: stuffed into my notebook was a Tesco receipt where I had scrawled on the back: Pineapple. Frankie (my MC) . Panic. – Huh?)
By just after midnight, I had turned the side of my wardrobe into this.
Day one I was child free for most of Monday and I had, high, unrealistic hopes. With my biggest distraction out of the way and my enthusiasm in full-on mode, I thought I would do great. I managed 2279 words. The hardest part for me was starting. I had my opening line in my head, but actually typing it was nigh on impossible!
Day two Day two was more of a struggle. I had forgotten the downside to having no toddler yesterday, is that he would inevitably come back an over-tired, grumpy mess today. In the end we both sat up to the kitchen table; him with his Cbeebies magazine, crayons and copious snacks and me with my laptop, notes and coffee. I managed 1798 words.
Day three: The BF was off work today, so knowing he wouldn’t be easily appeased with crayons and chocolate, I set my alarm for 6am, to get my writing started before starting the day. The toddler woke up at 6.05am, meaning I squeezed out half of my words whilst having Cheerios flicked at me across the table. I still managed to keep on target though, finishing my quota late that night.
Day four: Again, I ended up not writing until after the toddler was in bed. I made this (slightly) easier by doing so in bed whilst eating chocolate!
Day five: The day real life got in the way. After a busy day of grocery shopping, play dates and doctor’s appointments, i settled down to write once the toddler was tucked up in bed, forgetting it was Bonfire Night. Finally getting him settled at past 11pm, I fuelled myself up with coffee and set down to write. My delightful (and I use that word, dripping in sarcasm) decided then was a great time to set of hundreds of LOUD fireworks, therefore waking the toddler and me and putting a stop to any crazy notion I had of writing.
Day six: With the toddler away for six hours, I managed to write over 3k words making up for the failure of day five. The story was flowing better and when not checking the word count every five seconds, I managed to get into it. It only took six days!
Day seven: Another decent day writing, though less than a quarter of the way through I’m already exhausted! It isn’t a good sign.
- Stop stressing about word count and it is easier to get words down.
- There is such a thing as too much coffee. (Eight cups in under three hours, in case you were wondering)
- Getting in front is a great idea, because there will be days when no words are written, despite vowing that you won’t miss a day unless you’re dead.
- I am a MASTER procrastinator!