I surprised the heck out of myself yesterday, when my comment on Jenny Hansen’s Surviving NaNo post somehow transmogrified into a pledge to 1) write every day 2) lock Ms. RedPencil, my infernal, internal critic in the closet 3) not edit AT ALL until December.
WHAT THE?? For those of you new here, I have refused to have anything to do with NaNo–not my style, not my speed, no interest in comparing myself with others and failing.
I am an academic, trained to weigh every word before, during, and after the pixels hit the screen. I’m lucky to write 300 net words a day. There’s a reason my email address is lapidary prose–I polish things to death! Read my articles sometime–no, on second thought, read them only if you suffer with insomnia and the doctors have admitted defeat.
So what happened? Jenny nailed it in her reply to my comment–for some reason, I’m still here, when it was touch and go. My husband told me he knew it was serious when the hospital had an R.N. accompany me to the testing area, to revive me if I arrested. It seems a little ungrateful not to change one’s life, given the circumstances. And here’s November, so . . . . I’m not signing up officially for NaNo, because, well, I haven’t plotted, or done character sketches, or . . . well, I don’t have a good excuse not to, but, oh heck, maybe I will.
On other fronts, I *finally* replied to comments made on my Round Three sponsor post. I have to catch up with comments on Sunday’s check-in, but plan to do that this evening.
I also began a beta read, which I am enjoying immensely. I’ve done the Ms. RedPencil English professor thing on it, and plan to re-read for continuity, characterization, and flow. It’s a great read.
I promised two other writers readings, and have owed them for some time. My apologies. I find I need to read in paper to do them justice; the logistics are a bit squirrelly at the moment, but I plan to have them printed out in the next few days.
I continue to read for pleasure. I often cannot sleep, so I read. I ran across Eloisa James, and have enjoyed her romances. Her heroines are not the usual type, which I find appeals to me far more than the retiring innocent who somehow transforms in the right man’s hands. Not to offend, but I’ve tired of the latter milquetoast heroine.
I hope everyone had a great October, and is looking forward to November.
Please go visit the other ROWers, whom you can find here.