It is seventeen days into NaNoWriMo. I am at 27,500 words and am about to begin my writing for the day with a goal of getting to 30,000. Because sprints basically cause me to vomit up useless words strung into incoherent phrases (don’t ask for sentences unless they’re run-ons because punctuation goes by the wayside when I sprint), I haven’t been doing them this year. This means I end up devoting 3-4 hours a day just to writing, and that’s for 2500 words.
What does this mean for Boozy Books? It means that I don’t really have time to sit down and read much. And even when I do carve out the time, I hardly have the inclination. I end up wanting to do my laundry (?!) or literally just go anywhere that doesn’t involve writing, thinking about writing, or even seeing other people writing. I have even missed not one, but two coupons to Barnes and Noble. The book I’ve been looking forward to the most this year just came out and have I had a single thought to go get it? No. The answer is no.
I do like NaNo. It helps push me past my distaste for drafting. Distaste is the polite term for hate here. I hate drafting. I would rather outline and edit for the rest of my days, but alas editing an outline isn’t really helpful toward getting to a final product. Which means, of course, that I need to sit my butt down and draft. Which is what NaNo really helps me do.
But… gods do I hate drafting. And doing it every day is deadly. I even found myself not wanting to finish this project the other day. And this is Lucky! He’s my baby. The idea of not finishing is sacrilege. I just… I don’t want to anymore.
The flipside is, of course, that without the push to win, I wouldn’t draft it at all. So I’m in this Yossarian-esque situation.
Read something. Maybe I can enjoy life again through you.