yessir, it’s november the first, and i spent all day reading a book about memes while waiting not to be selected for a jury panel. made more money just sitting there than i have in awhile, too.
but i didn’t write anything, and it’s supposed to average 2000 words a day in order to make 50,000. i have real doubts about my chances this year, but i’ve done nanowrimo for a bunch of years now, and usually manage to pull the words out of my ass somehow.
in the past few months, jim and i have read all the chapters i wrote the last time i worked on this novel, and i’ve had it in the back of my mind what had to happen. there’s a whole lot of things.
the two cindies are about to assault mom and allen, gordon and laurie are prowling around the house, judy is almost there, sam and dave need to get their asses over to the scene, and pretty much everybody has to die.
this year i have a different set of circumstances under which to write the climax to this novel. first time was all bare boned. to get all the way to the climax, i concentrated on just getting the various threads straight. like setting up a loom. i left all the embroidery, all the filling-out of the patterns for the second draft. it reads more like a filmscript than a novel (tho not much like a screenplay at that). this time, however, i have only a short climax to cover, and 50,000 words to cover it in, and that’s exactly in contrast to the first part. and i have no idea how to fill that much space at this stage.
i could slow it all down and get as deeply into their heads as possible at this point. all the thoughts. all the childhood traumas. the really deep and true reasons for matricide.
or i could continue my slapstick pace and just get all the bits written down so i can move on.
a few days’ work at most.
hah. that’s what i say whenever i start a project. i consistently underestimate by at least twice, and sometimes much more, the time it’s going to take to finish. like the two dolphins i was commissioned to paint. i figured i could have it all done in two months, and didn’t it take four. and what about the third dolphin, which was supposed to take a couple of weeks. it took a month and a half. and cleaning the attic for a studio visit. that was supposed to be done by thursday of that week, and it took almost a full month.
i’m not sure i could write a lot of inner head stuff for these characters at this point. it sure would be a strange thing to sit here for eight hours a day and drum out. like jack nicholson in the shining.
anyway, i’m going to read the last chapter i posted, and see where i need to start tomorrow.