nano frustration

[ella_menno]

11047 / 50000 words. 22% done!



I hate my nano story so much right now, there aren't even words.


Okay, I take it back. I don't hate it, because "hate" implies emotion, which is what I lack in regards to this story. I don't care about it, I don't care what happens - I don't know what happens - and I kind of want to junk all eleven thousand words of the damn thing.

But I tell myself that the point wasn't to write something GOOD, it was just to write every day; that I'm cultivating good writing habits; that all the bunnies that keep coming out of the woodwork in my brain - you know, the ones for interesting stories - are a good thing, and that someday I'll be able to write them.

Most of all, I tell myself that I've given up on just about every single difficult thing I've ever been faced with, and that I refuse to let myself give up on this.

It would, however, help if my mother would stop asking me if I'm planning to get "my book" published once I'm done writing it. NO, MOM, I AM NOT. IF I CAN MANAGE TO READ THROUGH THE ENTIRE THING EVEN ONCE WITHOUT DEVELOPING A SPONTANEOUS ANEURYSM, IT'LL BE A MIRACLE.

Comments

[dolimir-k.livejournal.com]

*pets*

Have you considered writing something else for a day or two?

Nano is about word count, about getting in the habit of writing, like you said. But I don't know that it has to all be about ONE story.

Set your story aside.

Write something silly today. Maybe even tomorrow.

Use your word count from these silly stories as part of your overall total. (Include your word count from the drabble you wrote me the other day)

Give yourself some distance from what you're working on, then come back to it. You may even find that you're not as unhappy with your work as you think you are.

When I work on big projects, I often HATE them. But after stepping away from them for a while, I think, huh, that wasn't so bad.

So...some prompts to play with:

Actual lines from the First Line magazine:

* Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong.

* Nick had considered himself a lucky guy, until now.

* Roy owned the only drive-thru funeral business in Maine.

* While not the intended effect, the outcome was surprisingly satisfying.

---

Dean often wondered why a group of crows was called a murder.

Being a cop tended to make Jim nosey, being a sentinel made him really good at it.

Draco looked at Harry and blinked. "I don't care what the tin says, there are no chickens that live underwater."

Lex shook his head and manfully tried to contain his snicker.

[rhiannonhero.livejournal.com]

Most of all, I tell myself that I've given up on just about every single difficult thing I've ever been faced with, and that I refuse to let myself give up on this

That's it, baby girl!!!

Also, check out my icon. Lighten up, it's just Nano. ;) Love you, sweetheart.