What you see below is a graph charting my progress in NaNoWriMo.
NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, and you can read more about it here. After two years of coming up with various excuses (actually, there’s a JulNoWriMo, too, every July, so I’ve had make excuses 4 times now), I’ve realized a very important life truth… you will not have time for something unless you make it.
So this year it’s all or nothing: either I prove to myself I can write, or I give up that dream. Even though I am purchasing a house and moving this month–which would actually have been a good excuse–I’ve comitted to this.
The graph below updates automatically so you can track my progress, if you choose. The yellow bars are my word count for the day and the blue bars are the daily goals, all the way up to 50,000. It will be humiliating to have said all that and then crash and burn in the middle of the month, so part of the reason I post this is to keep myself motivated.
See you at the end of the month!
UPDATE: So there used to be a graph here, but it apparently didn’t work. Anyway, I have a little widget on the right side of the screen that tracks word count.
What’s the novel about? Well, I have a rough idea. So far I’ve put together this little blurb, recognizing it may change as the story develops.
After years of pestering her boyfriend to propose, when the day comes Bethany Kibler says no. She immediately regrets her decision but when her boyfriend fails to come home from work the next day and doesn’t return any of her phone calls, she is forced to accept the fact that he has moved on and she should, too.
Except he hasn’t. Clayton Ross would love nothing more than to go home. But he is stuck, trapped in the elevator on his way out of the office. He can’t get out–and it’s a holiday weekend, with no scheduled building activity.
Both are forced to evaluate the kind of relationship they have with one another and themselves, while confronting their very worst fear: belong alone.
Until, after a failed escape attempt that leaves a hole in the ceiling of the elevator, Clayton starts to convince himself that he’s not alone–not really.
Because from the darkness above, something keeps looking at him.
