Sometimes, when you start to write, the story is never as good as you imagine it should be and sometimes it’s even better. However, finding yourself somewhere in the middle of those two options is a more common achievement and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Everyone has good days and bad days, something which writers are very familiar with and most are willing to tell you that.
As I posted before, I took part in NaNoWriMo again this year and I was aiming for the big 50,000 word target.
I’m not particularly surprised that I didn’t hit it but, I did write. Really, that’s the important bit. The fact that I liked (and still like) what I wrote is a bonus and has left me feeling pretty chuffed about what I achieved in November. Plus, I started a new job (for Christmas, at least) towards the end of the month so real life picked up a bit as well.
What was my final word count for November 2017?
Yeah, I’m pretty chuffed with that.
According to the stats, that’s an average of 906 words per day which may not seem too impressive until you actually try to reach it on purpose.
27,205 words is also equivalent to 61 pages on a Microsoft Word document.
If you saw my posts early in November you would’ve seen that I was attempting to write five 10,000 word short stories so, that word count means that I did in fact finish two of the stories. I only have about a quarter of the third story left to write which I am pretty pleased with, particularly because I did hit a little writing slump in the middle of the first one and I was questioning myself a lot about where that story was going (to be honest I’m still not sure but, I love my characters in that story so I’m okay with it).
I am really hoping that I’m going to continue to write these stories once I’ve got some free time because I had a lot of fun in starting from scratch and I’m quite looking forward to writing the next story that I was planning. I would love to reach the 50,000 word target even if it takes me a little bit longer.
I’m also trying really hard not to think about editing until I finish writing all five of the stories. I don’t want to be distracted by that little voice in the back of my head that’s telling me that I have to take a red pen to everything before the first draft is complete
Now, rough as it may currently be, I’d like to share an excerpt from my story – the opening two pages of the third story I’m writing which is titled ‘Level 3’, at the moment. This story is one that I’ve been mulling on for a while but I haven’t tried to seriously write it before now. I thought that the idea of a mother being forced into taking part on an adventure, years after she’d left the world behind when she’d had a daughter and started a different life, would make an interesting perspective.
The knock at the door couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Caroline growled wordlessly at the flaking chicken in her hands and in the tray. Making dinner had been going so well up until that moment.
Taking a deep breath, Caroline yelled, “TANYA! Get the door!”
“Get the door or you can make dinner and I can pretend to do your homework!”
Smirking, Caroline turned her attention back to her chicken.
A moment later Tanya yelled again, “Mom! There’s some guy at the door who says that he’s my uncle!”
“You know what your uncle looks like!”
“That’s why I didn’t say that it was Uncle Mike!”
“Oh for goddess sake! Fine, I’m coming!”
Caroline washed off her hands and stormed down the hallway to the front door, “Who the… Rick?”
“Hey Caroline. You look good.”
Reaching out, Caroline steadied herself against the doorway, “Oh my, Rick… you… you… SON OF A…”
Tanya yelped, “Mom!”
“Oh hush Tanya.”
Rick smiled at them both, “So grown up.”
“Yeah, well that happens when you don’t visit for fourteen years!”
“I know. It’s been a while.”
“No, a ‘while’ is no longer than a year. You have got a lot of nerve showing up, out of the blue, while I’m trying to make dinner and…”
“I missed you.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shut this door right now Rick. I’m not messing around.”
“Tanya, go upstairs.”
“Tanya, just… please. I will explain later.”
Tanya glared at Rick but she went upstairs and Caroline pulled Rick inside so that she could close the door.
“Come on, you can explain while I finish making dinner.”
“We don’t really have time…”
Caroline whirled around to glare at him and it was a lot more effective than the expression had been on Tanya, “It has been fifteen years. It can wait fifteen more minutes and if it can’t, then you can leave right now and we’ll never find out exactly what it is you have to say. I can live with that.”
Rick sat down meekly at the kitchen table and waited until Caroline’s hands were occupied with the chicken again.
“I found him.”
“So I gathered. It took you long enough.”
“There were complications.”
“That meant you couldn’t even write a letter?”
“Ok, putting that issue aside for the moment, you found him?”
“Yes, we did.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot about this story you’re not going to like. I guess that the fact I’ve been working with Sienna isn’t going to be the worst news.”
“You yell a lot more than I remembered. We ran into each other about three years ago and she joined me on my search.”
“You are lucky that we have a ‘no murder’ rule in the house and for someone who claimed that we didn’t have a lot of time, you sure are taking a while to get to the point of this story.”
“You want the long story short? Fine. Your husband is in the Labyrinth and has been there for the entire time that he’s been missing as far as we can figure out.”
“The Labyrinth? You were right – there is a lot about this story that I don’t like.”
“Do you want to hear the rest of it?”