It started out so well, but then all hell broke loose. I wrote about 7000 words the first week, and was feeling good. I mean, I had no plans to write 50K this month. This was a pseudo-NaNo from the get-go, but I was excited, inspired, prepared to rock the shit out of this half-assed NaNo thing I was signing up for in my mind! I set a goal of a solid thousand words a day to get a good chunk of a novel written for November. For the first half of the week, I was even sprinting away at REAL NaNo pace.
I’m a wiener!
And then came school cancellations, followed by in-laws. When they left, my mom came to visit for the weekend. Add helping out with kid’s classes, various kid-related Thanksgiving feasts, and time off for Turkey Day, and my writing hours are seriously sucking wind.
Of course, I have to do things like surf submission calls during my writing breaks, and inevitably pick up new short stories that I simply must write. I’ve come to accept the fact that I am a short story whore. I just love ’em. They are permission to try something new, without all the time commitment. A little taste of the dark chocolate you love, minus the hours and hours on the treadmill making up for it.
Well, I did finish one fun short today (involving prison sex–see I wouldn’t marry it, but it was fun for a one night stand) and I have another one started (gay virgin vampires with a twist). I am going to hammer a stake in that one tonight while my hubby is out partying with friends. Then nothing (besides polishing up a synopsis and final edits on my last novel and editing those two shorts) will keep me from writing some hot man romance. I swear Gio, Lance, and Kyrie, I’ll get back to you guys soon!
I will not look at submission calls. I will not look at submission calls. I will not look at submission calls.
*Sigh.* I’ll get there. Baby steps.