So. I’m not too proud of what I did this weekend, writing wise… But. Hopefully it will be worth it in the end!
I had a dance competition this past weekend, and I had to get up v early on Sunday morning (5am). By the time I got into bed on Saturday night, it was after 3. Then my roommate came home (smashed), crawled up onto my bed, and snuggled down next to me for a nice little half-hour chat. By 4, I was desperately trying to fall asleep, but I was unbelievably awake. Next thing I know, my alarm is going off, and I’ve gotten absolutely zero hours of sleep. Woo! Off I go to the dance competition, stagger about because my body knows it’s tired even though my brain can’t seem to agree with it, and then hang around for ages because my friend didn’t dance until late in the afternoon.
Now, here’s where things get dicey. Around 1:30, my brain finally catches on, and I’m practically unconscious in minutes. But not quite. I was sitting in a comfy chair, writing (!!), and I was checking over my manuscript for the NaNo novel. And decided it was crap (fact). I’m not sure what I had been doing, but the last chunk of the 50,000 words wasn’t sitting right; it didn’t quite work out, and with a mystery novel, you can’t just toss in some random rubbish later to fix the disasters you’ve caused. Well, you can, but that’s not the greatest idea in the world. So I deleted a chunk.
And when I say a “chunk,” what I really mean is “12,000 words.”
See my dilemma? I hadn’t backed the entire thing up (stupid..), but honestly, I’m glad I didn’t. If my delirious brain thought it was bad enough to scrap, then it probably had to go. Now I’m even more motivated (ie: a tiny bit motivated) to re-do those 12,000 words and get this bloody thing completed. I’ll be working on “Grim” and my Peter Pan debacle on and off to keep me occupied (damn my short attention span), but this really needs to get done… by May 31, no less! And that means complete EDITED manuscript! … ready?
