When I first heard your name and what you expected of those in your presence, I thought to myself that although your requirements were steep, they weren’t unmanageable. I wanted to be in your company. I wanted to wear one of those spiffy badges that said I was a Nano Winner–one of the elite. A writer capable of throwing logic aside and wearing the “insane” hat for the month of November.
Acting on those requirements of 50,000 words in 30 days…which breaks down to about 1700 words per day…is much harder than it seems.
Maybe it’s because I don’t write a certain amount of words per day. Some days I write 500 (like yesterday). Some days I write 3000. Or maybe its because now that I have an agent again (HUZZAH!) I have to write a synopsis for Book2 and go back through Enemy with another fine tooth comb. Yeah, maybe that’s it.
My time is stretched thin. My mind is jumping between books. Or maybe Nanowrimo is just so hard core that it’s sending me to my knees.
Nano, I bow down.
Your ever faithful but drowning servant,
P.S. Yes, I know it’s only Day 2. I can hear your evil laughter from here, so shut your wrimo trap. I’ll catch up…