Saturday, November 10, 2007

Go Away, Me!

Daily Stats
Words: curses, I'm so behind!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 15,570
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino (side bar - I asked the girl at Starbucks if they were getting peppermint brownies again for the holidays, and she looked at me as I'd just asked her where the mother ship was landing. What's so odd about inquiring about peppermint brownies? Did I miss something?)
Evil Calories: Pancakes for breakfast! Mmmmmm...carbs.....
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo

I'm so behind on my Nano novel. As much as I tried to resist, I gave in to that evil force lurking at the end of each chapter. My internal editor. I tried to repel her. I tried to distract her with cheese and pictures of Jason Isaacs, but it didn't work, and I found her taking over and dragging me all the way back to chapter 5 to right (or re-write) all my wrongs.

It's not that I don't agree with her. Most of the drivel that's spilling out of me is sloppy, scattered and, in some cases, completely bizarre. In chapter five, my MC spent a great deal of time pontificating about pickles. Yes. Pickles. Sad. But, I don't have time to do self-examination of mental state right now! Must just write.

So, please, pesky internal editor, leave me alone. Don't you have something better to do, like keep me from asking the baristas at Starbucks stupid questions about peppermint brownies? I give you full permission to go on vacation. Spend the month in Boca with Aunt Bernice and Uncle Stan. Have a mojito. Wear a moo-moo! Seriously! I'll call you when I need you!

1 comment:

Emmy said...

You do not write drivel!

I repeat:

You do not write drivel!

Your section about Gabe was so compelling that I had a dream last night that I was staying at your house (although different from your real house), and Brad Pitt was staying there, too. (I also told Brad that he should mind his own shit when he tried to tell me what to do since it was mah sistah's house and not his. But overall, he was surprisingly pleasant.)

You're writing funny, interesting stuff upon first draft, so you tell that inner critic of yours to go cram it with walnuts. Tell her that Project Runway starts tomorrow. That should calm her down.