I get it, I totally do. 50,000 words in a month. The motivation that comes from daily targets, mutual support, and watching the word count grow. And it works, I know – there’s a perceptive account here of how and why. So I only speak for myself here – it’s just not for me. Never say never of course, but at this point in life, I don’t think it ever will be.
A long time ago, 30 years or more, I went to a writers’ round table at the Edinburgh Festival. My memory being what it is, I don’t remember much, not even who was there. Except for two – Gore Vidal and Beryl Bainbridge. I recall very little about Vidal except that he was Vidal – entertaining, caustic, supercilious, bitchy. The only precise moment that has stayed in my mind ever since was a question put to Beryl Bainbridge by a woman in the audience: ‘How do you stop yourself finding excuses not to write, all those chores about the house, like the washing still to be done?’ For a moment Bainbridge was thrown – she understood the words of the question but it took her a while to fathom the full meaning. Then she said, ‘I’m afraid my house is a total mess. Because the chores come after the writing, never before.’
So it is with me. Fortunately, Mrs. B’s tolerance for mess is similar to mine, so I don’t have to feel guilty. It just accumulates till we both decide that something needs to be done. And in the meantime, I write. I do set targets and look at the word count, but no more in November than any other month. Maybe one day, it will just so happen that the start of a new book coincides with NaNoWriMo, but even then I probably wouldn’t do it. For me, NaNoWriMo is every month of the year, whether I’m on draft one or 21.
But that’s because I don’t have a day job anymore. When I did, who knows? Perhaps NaNoWriMo would have helped. I used to get in a couple of hours before leaving for work, a bit more in the evening, a sprint during the holidays. Now I’ve got time every day, I make the most of it. Because I may have the days but the years, I’m afraid, have gone. Which is a shame because by my calculations (number of ideas divided by daily output) I’ll need to keep writing till I’m 138. Hmm… Better get back to the WIP.
Haha Curtis, you hit the nail on the head! I work my day job from home so I make my own hours. Neither H nor I are as tolerant about the mess as we should be. He, probably more so than I am, so that also gets in the way. I totally understand that woman’s question though. Maybe I use it as excuse not to write? I’ll just have to put blinders on I guess. ~Elle
Thanks for the comment, Elle. Sorry for the slight delay in replying, things have been a bit topsy-turvy. I find that if I make the writing the first thing I do, the blinkers slip on without me even noticing. All the best!
And sorry for my slight delay! At least you understand…😊 how are the book sales going? ~Elle
I understand perfectly – no problem! As for the sales, I don’t have the figures, but no illusions either – I think you can safely say that you’re one of a very select club! For which, my heartfelt thanks.
Felt the same way when I first published. Still do. This ain’t an easy business we’re in! Lol! ~Elle
Sure ain’t! I’m simply pleased for the moment to be getting good feedback, which keeps me motivated to work on the sequel. Sales are a different matter…
You met Vidal? Cool!
Well, not quite – I was just in the audience, but it was certainly cool to see him.
Good enough!
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