Days Five, Six, Seven and Eight
Yeah, I suck. I suppose I could play the “Life Got In The Way Card,” but I know there was time to work on it in there. I did have a couple of newspaper stories a day on Saturday and Sunday, and there has been some other stuff going on, but basically I just let it sit. It’s actually Day Nine as I wrote this, but I did hack around a little with it yesterday. I did something the NaNo folks say not to do. I went back to the first chapter and did some proof-reading and some minor re-writing. As of right now, at 10 a.m., I am at 5,722 word. Of course, that’s a whole lot of days behind, so I am just not going to do the math.
I am using a cool program called Scrivener, a book-writing program that just came out for PCs. It’s a long-time Mac program. The Scrivener folks really smart and offered it to NaNo’ers free for the month with a discount for the program when it comes out. I haven’t spent too much time figuring it out. I should have done that during the last week of October. Oh, well. I have not figured the spell-checker out yet. Just haven’t gotten to it. I have to admit I was sort of amazed at how chippy the initial copy was. There were more misspellings than I expected.
So here I sit, thinking about how I need to do the dishes, clean the bedroom, read the Internet, run errands and do just about anything other than writing this thing. But . . . I think it’s important, kind of like the daily jogger who decides to run a marathon. I am a writer, and I can do this.
I am feeling I am at the point that I sometimes observe on the football field. I will be watching a game from the sidelines, look at the clock, the score, the field position and the down and mutter, “Big play, this.” I mutter a lot on the sidelines. So I am thinking it’s late in the first quarter, and we have the ball at midfield, and it’s third-and-one. We’re down 14-0, but we’re not getting outplayed. We turned the ball over once, and we know we can score on them and stop them if we need to. So, “Big play, this.” We’re going to fake pass and run a draw up the middle. We get stopped, we’re hosed. But there’s always the chance our guy can burst up the middle and into the end zone, then it’s a one-touchdown game. We’ll know later today, after I finish this exercise in procrastination.