Yeahhh, can't think up any good reason why I shouldn't simply...do it. Not Try. Actually stopped myself tapping in try. His words popped in my brain, the master's voice and all his mannerisms, Yoda, pop culture sensei of my generation: Do...or do not...there is no Try.
[Recovering, after embarrassing hacking cough] Might've hurt myself there, strangling my voice like that, and hobbling about, feigning decrepitude, and banging my head against the furniture.
About banging my head against furniture, I just excised the next long bit about banging my head against the day job. Enough to say it's busy, wearing, isn't helping the writing. Also, isn't going away: part of me knows to be grateful. The point, though: no sense in waiting for miracles. I simply have to find a workaround. As always. As they say: There's no time like the present.
So. NaNoWriMo. Write a 50,000-word novel in November. Roughly 1700 words a day. And no works-in-progress, if I recall right. Hang on...is it cheating to start plotting and peopling now, mid-October? Hmmm...it's time to go visit fave folks over at Protag: a pack of them are doing this.
Last year, Tasha advised to leave all editing — even re-reading — until December. Simply get it all down — get it all done — and make sense of it in December. Sounds kinda freeing, eh? That's why I'm just gonna...do it. I can use the play.
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