No. No, I did not buy this in celebration of No-Shave November. That's just weird. I bought it because mustaches are cool, being the socially acceptable person that I am.
In any case, NaNoWriMo is driving me bonkers.
Today I need 6666 words (lovely). And I have... not that much. Fewer words. Less of a word count. Maybe somewhere around 1554. It occurs to me that this is the worst time for writer's block. The 1554 words I got down were going quite well. But then I realized that I didn't like it. Any of it. It was all in first person and I WANT THIRD PERSON.
Trinity said not to trash it and to add my rewrite underneath. But I can't do that either. Seriously.
I tried staring at a blank screen, listening to the same two songs over and over, lounging in a clothes basket (Trinity's) in a dark closet, lying facedown on our dining room floor for a good five minutes, raving at Trinity while vacuuming our room (there was lettuce on the floor!), and I almost rewatched all of The Reichenbach Fall as "research". None of it worked. I did get some chocolate out of the deal, some Whoppers Trinity didn't want to finish, which she gave me in exchange for my last mini Snickers. But I didn't do hardly anything writerly-wise yesterday.
Meanwhile, Trinity's skipping around talking about her 5649 words and being all competitive ("I have __ more words than Ashley!"). Here you have two sides of the experience, the joyful "my story is writing itself" Wrimo, and me (the one who stomps around the house muttering about biting pencils in half).
If NaNoWriMo is going well for you, congratulations! If it's not, you aren't alone. But I'm going to say that you should just keep working... that sounds about right.
P.S: Did you know that it is impossible to pinpoint the age of someone who has two children that are 30 years apart when you want the person to be about 60 when the second child is 13, and want them to have the first child 10 years after they move, yet right afterward, when they got married at age 17? Because it is. Timelines are so complicated.
Sosrin God ignt eht ceallian,
(To God be the Glory)Hannah