Less than a week until NaNoWriMo starts, and I can’t wait. I’m still nervous—I’ve only got a vague idea of what I’m going to write, I’ve done next to no prep-work, and all the efforts I made last week to get back into the daily-writing habit completely fell apart this week. Not by choice. I want that to be clear. My lack of writing this week has been injury-related.
I’m serious.
What sort of injury trips up a writer? The sort that leaves said writer a little bit shocky for a full day afterward, and still trying to figure out how to wash her hair one-handed four days later. It was my left hand, so I haven’t been completely helpless, but typing hasn’t exactly been fun. It’s healing now, but it still wasted the week.
(It’s also the sort of injury that makes me hope that the inevitable scar won’t be too noticeable. Not that I mind scars, really, it’s just that the story behind it will be so incredibly dull—nothing amusing or badass about it at all, I’m afraid—that I don’t want to go into it.)
So. I’d been hoping to get myself back to writing regularly again this week, but it didn’t happen. I’ve managed to come up with something that resembles an idea for NaNo (actually, it’s a story I’ve already tried writing once, but it didn’t actually go anywhere. I have a firmer grasp of the backstory, though, and I’m hoping the deadline will help), but I need to spend some time fleshing the story itself out. At the very least, I need to come up with some names.
