It’s been easier to sit down and write this week. I’ve barely had to spend any time at all talking myself into it—probably because I know that today is the last opportunity I have to write until next Tuesday, and I absolutely refuse to not finish NaNo this year.
Especially now—I’m just shy of 40,000 words. I’m coming up on the start of act three, when all the really interesting stuff happens. I’ve discovered that my murder mystery is an actual murder mystery, and I think I know whodunnit, though I’m still not sure why. (I only figured out that it wasn’t a suicide yesterday.) Stories are always easier to write when you have an idea of what’s going to happen next. (This should be obvious. Somehow, it never has been for me.) It’s far from polished—I need to tighten up the timeline, and add a little more action, and figure out what the hell is going on—but it really does feel like a solid story. A little pulpy, but that was the plan from the beginning.
So not finishing is not an option. And at this point, if I’m going to finish in time—and without killing myself in the last couple of days, trying to get my wordcount up—I can’t be wandering around looking for things to do other than write. Not that that’s stopped me, entirely, but when I do, I know that I’m going to have to get back to the story in fairly short order.
On the other hand, it could be going so well because I know I’ve only got a few days left to worry about it. I don’t hate the story, but I’m really looking forward to not having to spend all my time thinking about it.
Whatever. I take my motivation where I can find it.
