A Really Lazy Sunday Evening Report On Sports And NaNoWriMo

November 13 is certainly an interesting day in my NaNoWriMo career. It was the day last year that I finally came to terms with the fact that I was writing a romance novel with the LiveJournal entry, "Someone Call For Some Cheesy Cover Art - I'm Writing A Romance Novel" (November 13, 2004).

2004 NaNoWriMo: 26,123 words
2005 NaNoWriMo: 21,714 words

But looking back at last year, I'm glad personally that I'm not in the kind of pain that I was at this point in 2004. The last four months of 2004 still seem like they took place in slow motion as I look back. But I also feel more personally attached to that manuscript due to this. There are a few events and my commentary on them happening around me right now that I'm somewhat incorporating into this book but in general I'm doing what I set out to do and avoiding bringing anything personal (besides my thoughts on politics, of course) into this NaNo Novel.

21,714 / 50,000 (43.4%)

I'm not sure which is the better way to go about it. The novel isn't moving me much so I don't know how it's supposed to move the reader. Than again, is historical fiction really supposed to move the reader to tears like "Why Sleep When I Only Dream?" did?

I shouldn't really be comparing the two novels since they're entirely different genres. All I know is that last year's novel flowed off my fingers because I had to get the feelings out. This year feels tedious at times even though I'm interested in the story.

This morning was spent doing laundry and fleshing out the characters of Mia and Callum (they even have the last names of Aritabul and Cranbrook respectively). I think maybe once Liam and Mia start having issues besides being competitive and jealous, there might be some more pathos in the book. Their lives both get torn apart just like Scott and Emily's in last year's novel. Who knows, maybe by the end I'll be writing another romance novel. :)

Today's actual writing was the bare minimum I needed to stay on pace, about 1,000 words. 991 is the official count. Today reminded me why I don't write drunk. I got home from The Globe at about 6:00 p.m. but every time I would start to walk to my computer to write, I would end up wanting to watch cartoons instead.

Tomorrow's going to have to be a big writing day because Tuesday I'll be drunk again after the first meeting of the (Chicago) West Side Drinking Group at Quencher's. That may be the first thing I ask the other writers, "how do you actually accomplish NaNoing when you're not sober."

Maybe that's the universal question that I'll ask in next year's novel.

reliantfc3: 25,028 words
incendiarymind: 21,714 words