If you’re a writer, you’ve been bombarded with information and “pep talks” concerning National Novel Writing Month, which has just begun. If you’re not a writer, those people in your life who are writers probably look a bit harried right now. They’re seeking peace and refuge so they can get their 1,677 words a day (or whatever the minimum is to hit 50,000 for the month).
I’m not following the daily minimum all that closely because my first week of NaNoWriMo has been rife with life. Yes, the day job required a business trip with air travel and I’ll be headed across the state for a wedding tomorrow. Original plan: I’d type while my date drove. Plan B: my date can’t get out of work after all so I’m driving myself. Now, yes, I am quite adept at writing and driving at the same time, and I’m sure I’ll do this well. But I have a new plan up my sleeve.
I’ve booked a room at the wedding’s resort (because it was actually less expensive than any of the resorts or hotels nearby, if you can believe that) for the night. I have an ocean view with balcony for 21 hours. Factor in Daylight Savings Time issues and I have 22 hours. Factor in late check-out and I can probably eek another hour or two from the hotel proprietor who is stoked to have the tourism business at all.
Yes, I have to take time out to attend the wedding. But, dudes and dudettes, I can walk back to my room, open the computer file, and type like mad.
It doesn’t get any better than that.
Get hungry? Room service, please. I don’t have to make any food. I don’t have to clean up the dishes. I don’t have to make the bed in the morning. Heck, if I don’t feel like it, I don’t have to shower in the morning. Just wipe the drool off my computer keyboard and pour everything into the trunk of the car…off we go.
This is going to be a good NaNo weekend. The dragon in me is pleased.
“Some days, you just want the dragon to win.”