To set the scene – because there’s no such thing as too much exposition, of course – I entered my Friday night writing session with just a shade over 40,000 words’ worth of novel-in-progress. It felt like just yesterday that I had reached the 10K mark and thought to myself that I could actually do this, so to suddenly be “only” 10,000 words away from the finish line provided me with a massive & sustained adrenaline kick. It also helped that I had an entire weekend ahead of me – seriously prime writing time for the frantic novelist. I had been happy to coast along at a rate of 2,500-ish words a day or so but kicked it up a fairly serious notch. I was determined to reach 50,000 words by the end of Sunday, not out of any necessity but largely just to prove to myself that I could.
On Saturday, I wrote 4,144 words. This came shy of the storied “5K Day” and certainly didn’t hold a candle to my 10K Day from NaNoWriMo 2006 (but that is an anecdote for another time), but it was my best writing day of the month so far. This took me to almost 47,000 words, putting me in good striking distance of my goal.
And, yesterday, I waited until after my afternoon plans and dinner had elapsed before sitting down at my laptop. I pulled out all the stops to keep my writing muse engaged and inspired: I wrote by candlelight, hosted a very loud one-person karaoke to this positively bitchin' remix of Ellie Goulding's "This Love (Will Be Your Downfall)," and listened to Beethoven’s Ninth. Twice. You know the one:
♪ Ludwig van Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125 (“Choral”): Presto - Allegro ma non troppoODE TO JOY, WOT WOT
A little bit past midnight on Monday, while the above was playing, I happened to take note of my word count.
I kind of felt like this.
(And this, just because I never get tired of it. Suck it, Novak.)
(Or if Roger Federer isn’t your thing…)
I updated my spreadsheet of doom and provided some totally gratuitous commentary.
I put on some Phoenix and danced in my chair. Because I’m cool like that, you know?
So, yes! Although I cannot verify my word count on the NaNoWriMo website until the 25th, I have unofficially triumphed in this most absurd and unhinged of literary challenges. Of course, the story – both figurative and literal – isn’t over yet. I have another nine days to shoot for an even higher target (70,000 or 75,000? I haven’t decided yet) and, in any case, have an incomplete manuscript on my hands. I will write until it is done and am fairly confident that I can tie up the plot before the end of November.
At least I hope I can, because I really miss sleeping…
(And, now, back to my blogging hiatus. Which I realise I haven’t been keeping very well, but I can’t keep all of my promises, can I?)