What is the saying about the well laid plans of mice and men? I actually looked it up and found this in the American Heritage Dictionary.
“No matter how carefully a project is planned, something may still go wrong with it. The saying is adapted from a line in “To a Mouse,” by Robert Burns, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.”
Usually when I approach NaNo, it is all a bit slap dash. I’ve just come off a deadline and I dash in at the last moment and manage to rough about 8000 words before I lose my way in the story.
This time I actually planned. I scrapbooked the novel, creating pages for my characters and my setting. I didn’t get as far as I would have liked on material culture but I got a bit of that done as well.
Just as I was sitting down to work on my outline, I get hit with a rewrite. It was due two days into NaNo. No worries. I could do that and then get the outline done.
Are you laughing yet?
By the time I got the rewrite done, I was a teeny-weeny little bit toasted. As in completely fried.
Then we had three deaths — a family friend, a friend’s mom, and a friend’s wife. I guess you could say that at this point I am deep-fried.
For two days I tried to work on my novel. I managed to outline about 25% of it and wrote two and a half pages. That’s something like 700 words which is much less than the 1600+ words you are supposed to write each day. And it is really bad. Not so bad that I’m going to throw it away because it helped me pull somethings together but it is only a wee bit of what I need to accomplish given that I should be about 15,000 words in.
The killer is that I really want to work on the book. But right now? I just don’t have the energy to do it.
Instead of writing, I’m doing some more research on the material culture. I’ll get more information on how they do things — cooking and the like. I’m also working on my outline using the Plot Whisperer to nudge me along. I know I can do it but I am equally certain that I just can’t do it right now.
Does that make me a NaNo failure? I don’t much care for the world failure. I think I’ll just consider myself a late bloomer, like a mum.