I reached the half-way point this morning.
I’m not entirely sure how it happened. This particular NaNo attempt has been more difficult than the previous times I’ve tried it. Not getting the words down—that’s going reasonably well, actually—but it seems like, whenever I’m not actually writing, all I can think about is how far behind I am, and how I have absolutely no idea what comes next in the story.
I’m not actually behind. Even though I’ve got several days coming up when I won’t have a chance to write, at my current pace, I’m still a little bit ahead of the game. (Not as far ahead as I was with ScriptFrenzy, but that’s less than half as many words.) And, when I’m sitting and writing, the next plot point seems to appear with no effort at all. And it makes sense.
I’m still trying to decide whether or not I want to do any more work today. I haven’t taken any time off all week, and, except for the days when I can’t write, I won’t really have a chance to take any more time off. (And not having time to write means not having time to waste time on the web. Writing time has to come from somewhere.) I have enough leeway to take the rest of the day off—had actually planned to do just that, but my plans fell through, leaving the afternoon free—but I still feel vaguely guilty. I keep coming up with compromises; if I write 550 words—I’m nearly there with this entry!—I’ll be up over 26,000 words. Nice and respectable. But if I can write 550, it really isn’t that much more work to write 1550.
And so on.
Either way, I have to decide quickly. I’m losing the afternoon going back and forth, and I’d really hate to waste my one afternoon off trying to decide whether or not I should take it.
