If you recall, I’m attempting NaNoWriMo, to settle an argument with the Hub as to whether I have a novel in me or not.
To be considered a ‘winner’ it is necessary to write 1667 words a day to reach the target of 50,000 words.
Day One: Full of enthusiasm even though I think I don’t have a novel in me. Easily reach the target. Don’t mind the Hub winning this one.
Day Two: Still enthusiastic, the book is writing itself. Come on, publishers, start courting me!
Day Three: Busy day, don’t start writing until six p.m., by which time I’m ready for bed. Drig out a thossand words of my comedey navel.
Day Four: Another busy day. Start at five. Comedy is killed by a mystery element. Hmm, write a murder mystery of sorts, but keep the housewife and the traffic warden? Nine hundred words.
Day Six: Wrote nothing yesterday because of everything I had to do in real life. However, only 1700 words behind. I’ll soon catch up. A thousand words. Only 2400 words behind. I’ll catch up.
Day Seven: Managing to make the traffic warden sexy. Don’t know how, because I’ve never met one, and he’s modelled on the Hub. Oops! Discover the power of words: but he’s modelled on the Hub. Only 3583 words behind. Will I catch up?
Day Eight: Make a model of the computer and stick pins in it.
If I do have a novel in me, it’s trite, dull and meaningless.
They say you should write what you know.
For my non-Brit readers, a definition:
Traffic Warden: Evil creature sent to torment innocent drivers who only parked illegally for five minutes but it was urgent and yes, they know the rules of the road apply to them as well but, please, officer, please, please, please, my partner will kill me if I get another ticket…