NaNoWriMo Week 2:
About 3000 words behind, out every night this week, desperately scrawling notes on the tube and pondering plot points in meetings.
I didn’t do a post on NaNoWriMo Week 1, and now I wish I had, because back then I was 5000 words AHEAD. Ah, happy memories.
For those who don’t know – and are subsequently probably rather confused by the #NaNoWriMo hash tag that has taken twitter by storm of late – it is short for: National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to bash out 50,000 words in a month, averaging around 1,600 words a day.
I am discovering that entering the dangerzone that is NaNoWriMo is a really bloody stupid idea when you work 50,000 hours a week (one word an hour and I’m done, right?)
This week I tried to limit myself to a singular theatre trip, in which I succeeded (Matilda – best thing I’ve ever seen. Go. Buy. A. Ticket) but was then immediately foiled by the first industry Christmas party (we start early), The Aussie’s farewell dinner, and last night – Miranda Dickinson (aka @WurdSmyth)’s book launch for It Started With A Kiss.
I know you’re thinking – ‘Ritzi! Stop being so bloody sociable!’ but honestly, I couldn’t help it!
Matilda – biggest most exciting musical opening in forever. Minchin and Dahl. The Trunchbull on a Micro-scooter. Just not possible to turn down a ticket.
First Christmas Party of the season – this speaks for itself. It’s a CHRISTMAS PARTY. And there were pretty people there.
The Aussie’s farewell dinner – we’d had this planned since September. One of our number had gastric flu and still attended. Aussie is leaving us FOREVER. Big deal.
ISWAK book launch – I’m in the frickin’ book. (Not the story, obvs. You’ll have to wait for the end of NaNoWriMo for that one. In the acknowledgements) It was wonderfully brilliant to meet Miranda at last (not to mention her frankly radiant literary agent and adorable editor… *cough*) and I now have my first week of December read sorted.
So all necessary, as you can see.
The weekend isn’t looking much better, but I have decided to sacrifice sleep in an aim to be at least 5000 words ahead again by Monday morning.
Yes… I do have a date on Saturday.
Yes… I am also going to the Labyrinth Masquerade Ball with Nora (she’s going as Bowie).
…and I may also have a ticket for the Christmas Fayre in Angel.
But I will be 5000 words ahead by Monday even if it kills me!
If you never hear from me again – read that as Death By NaNoWriMo.
Now I’m off to bash out 500 words on my blackberry. Sardine tube carriages are SO conducive to good writing.