So, I made it through ten days of Camp NaNoWriMo virtually unscathed. Seriously, nary a scratch. I have surpassed the 10K mark, rounded the corner of my first turning point, and am quickly closing in on 11K words written.
How the hell did that happen, you ask?
Especially, given my overall track record of self-sabotage?
A few things:
1. I let go of a plot point that I have held onto since Retribution’s inception. I can be a sentimental person. The very first thing I jotted down about Anna has stuck in my mind, and has become an extension of who she is to me. The problem – it is always this plot point that causes me to write myself into a corner. It just doesn’t work. I have finally found the strength to banish it completely.
2. I have accepted that every sentence, every paragraph, every scene is not going to be a work of perfection – yet. I have long understood that a draft is just that, a draft. It’s not meant to be print ready, or even good. I think we are all familiar with quotes reminding us that books are not written, they are rewritten. I get it, but I’m an overachiever. Just another flaw to add to my growing list of personality quirks. You might think this would work in my favor. I mean, after all, when I think of an overachiever, I think of someone who has the drive to do anything and everything. I think for me though, my overachiever habits lend to my ability to move on from something I think is structurally flawed. I obsess and work tirelessly to fix a badly worded scene, paragraph, sentence at the detriment of the work as a whole. It is my Achilles heel.
3. I am allowing my DVR to do its job. The Real Housewives of (insert random city here) aren’t going anywhere. I can watch all of my brain cell sucking trash TV on May 1st.
Alright, so where do I stand as I begin day 11 of this challenge?
10,871 of 25,000 words written.
Write on happy campers.