November twoth is a big day on the Muddled Calendar, the day I (and tens of thousands of others) wake up and realize we’re already behind our word counts for NaNoWriMo.
In years past part of the tradition has been for me to publish the product of my first night of scribbling here. This year, I’m not going to do that. The product of my first night was more like sketches of three scenes than any sort of coherent narrative. The scenes aren’t even sequential; one is from the first act and two from the second. Alas, the elusive third act remains too ill-defined even to sketch a scene.
So, no excerpt this year. I know you all are devastated at missing out on the prospect of reading a long rough draft of a scene with no hope of ever finding out what happens next. Lost is off the air, after all.
Good luck to all my fellow NaNoWriMo participants, and I’ll see you on the other side of 50K!
SO you are doing NaNo this year? I actually am ahead on word count but now that it’s Friday that can go to hockey sticks in a hand basket…ya know? Hope you are all well!
Do you remember visiting me on Nov 2nd, and T got the pains? Yep, C-Man is seven years old now. ‘Member when you were young and how achingly long a year was? Now time is just whipping by.
I do remember. I remember the quiet time we spent the night before (when I took the picture that appears next to your haikus), then the eager anticipation. Time, she flies on by.