The first weekend of the month is here, and I’m fully expecting to do 20,000 words. As though there were other things I’d been doing during the week.

I will be attending my first “Write-in”, where others doing the same silly thing as me get together. We’ll be at Mozart’s. I got a little giddy to meet the other writers. Chicken slash who are these people style.

It’s just that seeing as I’m going to be out of town for the second half of the month, how much will I really get accomplished. So it’s now or bust. And I’m not a non-finisher-of-things-started. Really…


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It’s day three, people. THREE. Which means that last night was night two. In my humble un-computer-savvy brain, that’s a little too early in my novel-ing career for my laptop to crap out. SERIOUSLY. So, when the lovely “I have to check the sprinklers” apartment troupe came in (5 of them!) and asked me 10 minutes of questions about the projection screen, I was not very pleased when I returned to my masterpiece restarting itself.

I DIDN’T TOUCH ANYTHING.

(So no user-error jokes like the one my Dad told me this weekend “PICNIC – Problem In Chair, Not In Computer)

So, there goes 300 words or so. I save every couple minutes, but we all know there’s that law about the computer works while you save regularly, just not when you forget for 10 minutes.

In an effort to salvage my evening of writing, I made myself FORGO going out in order to get some work done. Getting behind on day two is unacceptable.

SO, I get back to work. I have been clicking the save button every other sentence.

Windows crashes. MK had to reset all the settings and get in to the programming. This laptop isn’t even two years old. Screen is flashing, goes gray, I’m about to throw the thing out the window. MK miraculously finds a recovered document that is up to the last word I typed. Phew!

I’m still considering a typewriter though. Little harder to count words, but at least I won’t LOSE any.


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Right, so I pretty much took the idea I had and ran with it, all the way through the first chapter, 3000 some odd words.

Then stopped. And realized I’ve got nothing. So, today will be full of me just making stuff up as I go. Having never been any good at anything, I have no knowledge of hobbies to give my character (there’s no kickball league where she is). She may end up doing things like brushing her teeth and checking the mail, these are things that I know about. That’s about it. I’m contemplating going back and giving her a pet somewhere in there. Maybe a fish or something. Sheesh.

I’m going to be in trouble if this is all I’ve got in me.

*Puts book about getting published to the side and starts surfing the internet*

Which reminds me, if anyone wants to babysit me, you might call every once in a while and say “Get off myspace!!”

I am DOING THIS!!!

As you will see by glancing to the right, I have already gotten to my daily goal. Yes, I started shortly after midnight. However, my eyes were bugging me and that lasted about 600 words before I decided that since I don’t have a job I don’t really need to be putting in odd hours. The worst part about writing that late is turning your brain off, I had to get up to make notes about things I thought of, and wrote about my novel in my sleep and had to get up first thing and write that down too.

It is interesting to write real conversation, and learn as I go. A neat suggestion from the NPNP (No Plot No Problem) book was to instead of having Strunk and White as your writing etiquette, use your favorite short novel. I’ve got The Great Gatsby and A Separate Peace right here by my side and it gives me a “what would a good writer do” way to approach things.

From here on out, I’m dedicated to posting about the book and also things I notice about Austin while I’m writing, as I’ll be looking for the best in coffee shops and places to write. There are set up dates by the group of Austinites participating in NaNoWriMo, at places I’ve never been, Flightpath and Cafe Caffeine.

I of course welcome any questions and/or words of encouragement and/or invitations out to dinner. I’m not cooking. 🙂


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I have a plot.

That’s all you need to know. Whether I’m out partying or here working at the stroke of midnight is still up in the air, but that doesn’t even matter now that I have a CLUE what I will be writing. If any one asks, it was all my idea.

You just sit back and watch that meter start moving!


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I’ve cleaned the house. I’ve ironed every shirt in the closet. I’ve mopped. Why, you ask? Not because the ‘rents are coming (two days late). Not because I’m trying to win Housewife of the Year. No, NANOWRIMO STARTS in 6 days. I’m supposed to write a book.

I have a week to figure this out.

Where I’m going to type. What coffee to buy. What frozen dinners to pick up. Who I’ll have to explain why I haven’t answered a phone call in 30 days.

I did get two things done. I read the No Plot No Problem book the founder of NaNoWriMo wrote. It was cute. And helpful. And a little relieving. Then, I bought myself something I ALWAYS wanted (much to the dismay of SSHH).

An old man sweater. Something about this makes me want to write (and smoke a pipe, but I won’t). I don’t know what it is. So, if you see me, you’ll see me in this. For a month. And whenever I write after that. It’s the official WRITING SWEATER. I’m naming it Nita. Nita B. Cleaned. It will be.