No, I’m not being a rebel. I’ve started a new novel and I didn’t begin writing until the first.
No, it’s my characters that are being rebels.
In addition to the name issue, there seems to be some marital discord.
There wasn’t supposed to be. They were supposed to be in a loving relationship and she was not supposed to be a bitch.
On the other hand, her being a bitch is going to work out quite well.
Eventually being the last book of the main series.
On a brighter note I’ve managed to stay slightly above par so far. Barely, but still above par.
I just keep thinking that I should be further along because I’ve had two unexpected days off this week. The little boy that I ride the school bus with is in the hospital.
On one hand, my paycheck is going to suck. But on the other hand, more writing time. Except I don’t seem to have been doing a lot of extra writing other than staying a little over where I need to be.
In my own defense, though, I lost a couple hours on Wednesday getting my Work Box assembled. (Former landlord came and helped or it would still be in pieces on the floor of the front room.)
And today I had to do a shopping run and that ate about four hours.
And it doesn’t help that this is one of those times when words are being dragged kicking and screaming from my head to the screen.
I’m hoping that tomorrow and Sunday go better so I can get a nice cushion built up. I’d like to be about 5k ahead of par. (I have blog hops those days, though, and have to clean the rat cage.)
But I’m pretty sure I’ll be off on Monday too, and probably Tuesday. (He’s supposed to be discharged on Tuesday but they’ve changed that before, so I’m kind of pantsing my work life right now.)
So, back to the grind. I still need to write 829 words just to hit par for today and I have a little under three hours to get it done. That’s less than five words a minute though, so I think I can make it.
Good luck to everyone else doing NaNoWriMo.
One response to “NaNoWriMo Rebellion”
Good luck to you, too (hugs) I’m sorry about all the distractions reality is throwing at you, particularly the emotionally painful ones. (more hugs)