November 16, 2018
It is November
16th and we are officially over the halfway mark for
NaNoWriMo. Although I came into High Command to continue my edit of
“Heather Darling and the Case of the Clockwork Cannibal.” Yes.
This year, I am completing a third edit of the novel that I wrote
last year. Because that’s what NaNo Rebels do. We don’t follow
the original script. ;)
Let me share this
with you in the longest most drawn out way possible because that’s
what I’m good at. Seriously, ask anyone.
The work week is
over and it’s Friday night. I have promised my mom for the last
three nights in a row that I’m going to take the night off entirely
and relax. Yeah...that hasn’t happened. But, I have to say that I
am working at quite the leisurely pace at this point.
After I finished
my meal, put some clothes in the dryer, and tidied the kitchen, I
retired back to the couch and a stream of “Fantastic Beasts 2: The
Crimes of Grindelwald” promos on YouTube. Hey, I’ve been waiting
over a year for this movie. Okay? Besides, I had to sit back and take
the promos/reviews in. It relaxes me.
Well, I found
myself shifting around on the couch, looking around the room, back at
the television, and shifting around a little more. After a few
minutes of that, I checked the time on my phone. Eight pm. It was
eight pm and I was not editing nor was I in High Command.
I have a day job
and during the month of November a night job as well. I was not doing
my job. Even though it was Friday and I could have gone to the movies
or done something recreational. Okay...it probably would have been a movie. It is
NaNoWriMo, it is eight pm. Guess what? The television goes off and I
get back to work.
When you’re
taking part in NaNoWriMo it is difficult to change over to the more
intense writing schedule. This is my third year. I am taking to it a
lot more easily than I have in the past.
At the beginning
of NaNoWriMo, the first three – five days...it’s fun and exciting
to race home at night and work on the next “Great American or
British or Canadian or South African or Spanish (you get the idea)
Novel.” After that there are a few nights where you sit on the
couch and whine really quietly to yourself about how you don’t want
to do this anymore. Okay, the cats can hear you but only because they
have freakishly good ears. Okay ...your mom can hear you too but only
because you’re whining into the phone. You don’t do that? I
thought that everyone did that. I’d better tell my writer friend
(fidgets and looks around the room) who happens to whine a lot. It’s
not me, I promise.
By day fifteen
you have not only established a schedule but your schedule. If you
deviate from the script, something feels off.
Which is what
happened tonight, I realized that I have found my work schedule. I am
at the point now when I can sense when it is time to be working.
What is that called, my Spidey sense? No. My Writer Sense. When
that starts tingling...find pen and paper, find a computer, find the
laptop, find a chalk board, find something because things are
happening and if you aren’t writing them down...(lowers head) bad
writer. Bad Writer.
It’s time for me
to get back to business. My Writer Sense is tingling.
Because: Telling
stories...it’s what I do.
Sweet Dreams.
---HR Apostos
P.S. Think of me
while y’all are at the movies. NO SPOILERS!
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