Here we are on November 12. NaNoWriMo is almost at the half-way point. I have been writing a lot. I passed the word count from last year so that’s a good thing. However, here I am, slightly stuck and watching my word count slip farther away from the daily goal. Sigh.
My inner editor has managed to yell loud enough that her words are starting to make their way to my brain. I need her to shut up. She needs to just keep her mouth shut for 18 more days. That’s it. And since today is almost over, it’s really only 17 more days.
The worst thing is that I am behind. Today’s word goal was to be at 20,000 words. I am only at 12, 495. Not good. I have a lot of ground to make up but, see here’s the thing. For the first few days, I was just writing with no direction. I had this character in my head. I knew her. I didn’t know what was going on with her though. Then last week, it just hit me. I knew what her problem was. I knew what she needed to do. I spent a lot of time trying to learn a little more about the big bad meanie who would be in her way. There was a lot I didn’t know. I finally had my outline more solidly nailed out and it felt good. I felt like I really could work with it. But then I looked at the NaNo site and realized how off par I was with my word count and I got nervous.
But I needed that spark moment. It was kind of like that moment when you are doing a color by number and you aren’t quite sure what it is you are coloring in (like when you were five) and all of a sudden, you color that one block and it hits you. You can see the whole picture without its colors. It all makes sense and at the same time, you can see all the options just unfolding in front of you. It’s a satisfying feeling. You finally connect with it and you are ready to tackle it and make it as awesome on the page as it is in your head.
So, here I sit, procrastination setting in. I have the word document open and it’s there, talking to me. Whispering really, over the shouts of that dumb voice that is itching to edit, re-write, and delete. I suppose I should go, turn on my Pandora electronica station and write until my eyes blur. How do you deal with procrastination?