That’s right, do the math. It’s November 12. Twelve times the two thousand words per day I thought I’d be able to write equals 24,000. As of this post, I have 11,089. Less than half. Pitiful.
And I know why.
(Katie’s gonna love this.)
I don’t have an outline.
That’s right, the queen of the seat-of-the-pantsers is admitting she needs an outline to get through this thing.
The Cat Lady of Forest Lawn is about the cat lady. Millie. And Evelyn. Personalities I wanted to explore. But, silly me, I didn’t come up with a road for them to travel while I resolve the conflicts I’m tossing at them. No, scratch that. I have a road. It meanders aimlessly through an unfamiliar, foggy countryside, and I’m driving at midnight without headlights. I’m amazed I’m still on the pavement.
What I need is an Interstate. Straight and to the point, guaranteed to get from Point A to Point B with as few traffic stops as possible. Of course, all sorts of detours and hazards can be included in the outline for the characters to endure, but the reader can get from Point A to Point B smoothly and without distraction. Wait–heck with the reader. This sucker’s not ready for a reader yet. So, let me rephrase: “I, the writer, can get from Point A to Point B smoothly and without distraction.”
And I further admit that I have violated my promise. I’ve researched. I’ve edited. I’ve wasted time.
So, next year, outline in hand, I will enter yet another NaNo contest. I will not research. I will not edit. I will not waste time.
Uh-huh. We’ll see.
Gotta get through this year first.