I’ve been rolling along fairly well with NaNo so far, clocking in 3,374 and 3,087 Monday and yesterday. And, of course, I’m up to my usual self-abuse, though I’m not taking it so seriously this time. Last night, I was passing 2k, which is my personal pace and exhorting myself that I had to get going, had to get to at least 3k before I could even think I’d done well. Seriously, that’s just silly. I mostly shook my head at myself and went on. I did make 3k obviously, but rather than thinking it was ‘just good enough’ as was my first instinct, I gave myself a pat on the back and reminded myself that plenty of writers would love to have 3k days, and I should be happy with it. Being able to do that is progress, honest. Yes, I gave myself another pat on the back for making progress on being a slave-driver regarding myself.
This puts me at 26,721 before I start writing tonight. I sort of feel like I should be doing more, and I know that I could be achieving even higher totals, but I’ve been having trouble concentrating all week. There’s some day-job stuff that’s coming down the pipe with potential good news for me, but I don’t know when I’ll hear about it or if it really will turn out as well as my colleagues keep telling me. Also, there’s the looming release of Bound and the myriad implications of that. These two things are playing havoc with my attention span which, believe it or not, has never been great.
And, of course, my imagination doesn’t help. It has total ADD, in case you hadn’t noticed (right, because anyone could have missed that). Today was another stunning example of that. You might have already guessed that from that title of this post. Because apparently I don’t have enough stories running around in my brain, another one bonked me over the head this morning on my bus ride to work. I have to stop wondering if I can do something story-related because apparently that always results in my imagination presenting a way to do it, whatever it was that I was wondering about. Note to self, let’s NOT test this. Please. Enough. Today, it was an idea for a novella in the Mirrors of Bershan world. And it’s insistent. Maybe that will keep me occupied through some of December? As it is, I suspect the latter half of the month will be spent starting to write the first book of Masques. Further note to self, find a better title for that quartet as a series. Anyway, as I was saying, there’s going to be a novella involving two minor characters in the Mirrors trilogy. I do believe I’m not totally to blame for this one, as one of the feedback notes I received on Bound was a desire to know more about these characters in a way that didn’t fit into the book or the trilogy itself. So I should have at least one happy test reader when I get that written and revised enough for other human beings to read. No one ever sees my first draft except me. That will likely never change.
Cayle and Saul are, of course, still whispering away. I’m starting to feel like the inside of my head is a creative war zone these days. Yes, I’m aware that I could have significantly worse problems, but this is a bit frustrating. I want to tell ALL the stories in my head, to share them with readers. There just aren’t enough hours in the day. There won’t be even if I’m ever able to quit the day job and write full time. Before you ask, no, that won’t ever stop me from trying to get them all out. Nothing will ever really stop that, I don’t think.