It’s sooooo tempting to rename my blog All NaNo All The Time this month because I’m so excited!
But I’m aiming for balance here. So unless something super-spectacular happens, I’ll try to limit NaNo posts to once a week. Note the key word there is try.
WEEK ONE RECAP
Day 1: Up late to start writing at midnight. Background inspiration: “Call the Midwife.” Background noise: Military manuevers from nearby Ft. Riley. Word count: 3,201. Snippet: The pickup’s door opens with a rusty creak. Choking, gagging, then a disgusting, staggered splash as Nat’s vomit decorates the side of the road. Gasps as she recovers, then soft, disappointed moans as she realizes she’s puked on her shoes. She always forgets to spread her feet wide.
Day 2: Groggy. Sadly realizing I’m too old for all-nighters. Bummed that having to work means missing the local meetup at Varsity Donuts. Word Count: 4,102. Snippet: After a while, Josh leans in. “’Just a few announcements’, huh?’” He smells like minty soap. His breath tickles my ear, warming my neck. My body hums like the tuning fork Mrs. Mankameyer uses to set pitch in choir. All I have to do is turn my face a few inches to the right and I’ll finally know what his lips taste like.
Day 3: All-day museum-crawling with The Roommate. Find our way to Panera where I spend most of my writing time chatting on the phone with my little brother since it’s his birthday. Decided that when I’m a succesful author (or win the Lotto) I’ll fly him and his family home for a visit. Word Count: 5,323. Snippet: Last year I dated Jax Stone for just shy of three months. Despite his action-star sounding name, he was an extremely emo Senior who considered himself a tortured artist. All that meant was he wrote bad poetry, made terrible abstract paintings, and thought withholding physical affection amped his creativity. We broke up after a sexually frustrated fight in art class. I tried to sneak a kiss and he called me a nymphomaniac. I called him a hack who wouldn’t know talent if it bit him in the ass.
If you’re doing NaNoWriMo, how’s it going? If not, please send chocolate.