I'll make this quick. It's day nine of NaNoWriMo. I'm already hopelessly behind on my word count and worried that my story concept is too amorphous.
"I'm a fraud!" I cried to Brad last night from under my Penn State hoodie. I'm not a fiction writer I told him. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I thought I had a plan, but now I think my plan sucks. But maybe it doesn't. But mostly it probably does.
"You're not a fraud," he told me. Then he suggested I simplify. I have the perfect setting and the perfect protagonist gifted to me from a very trusting friend. Now I just need to fill in the blank spaces.
And with those sage words we watched the first hour of "Anchorman" before falling asleep on the couch.
This morning I'm a little less tentative. Though no further ahead.
It's not looking good for Nov. 30 though.
Here's the count:
0 words written today
41,486 words remaining
At this rate I will finish on Dec. 23, 2013
1,886 words per day to finish on time
Guess I should get writing.
P.S.: Updated stats (after deciding not to get discouraged by my own lack of confidence and general feelings of fish-out-of-waterness):
1,348 words written today
40,138 words remaining
At this rate I will finish on Dec. 16, 2013
1,825 words per day to finish on time