I hit 51,605 words on this latest project a few minutes ago. So I've reached the 50,000 word goal, I could call it finished now, but I want to enjoy tomorrow, my last day of this "writing like nobody's watching" phase, before I have to head into the ugly "looking at it realistically" phase.
I learned a few things from Nanowrimo last year. This year I feel like I learned new things. I didn't push myself as hard this year; I didn't write until my hands ached, and I didn't spend every minute away from the keyboard thinking about the project. Last year, I said I wasn't going to talk about my project, but I wound up caving around Day 10 and then talking Bill's ear off about it all the time, so that he knew all six of the major characters* by name, and all of the various plot threads in which they were involved. This year, I shut my goddamn mouth entirely -- anything I've said about it has been in the past two days, while I've been watching it slip away from me anyway.
I've tried not to fall in love with it, but I have.
But I have one more day of November, one more day of pure writing. Tomorrow I'm going to try to write an ending. I've been writing out of order, jumping around in time, but things have to end up somewhere, and tomorrow I'm going to try to find out where that might be.
Then I read it. I have two options: Wait a while before reading it, or read it on Wednesday, the day after I "finish" it. Arguments for waiting: It allows me to become dispassionate before I write a second draft. Arguments for reading it immediately: It prevents me from becoming dispassionate before I write a second draft. If I become too dispassionate, I fear losing the momentum I've got going right now. I fear I might talk myself out of this book, the way I talked myself out of last year's.
I guess I'll wait until Wednesday and figure it out then.
Next step after reading it: Writing a time line of all the scenes, adding notes on the scenes I think are missing, making some major decisions (do I keep the meta text? the [god help us] footnotes?), then going back and rewriting the whole thing.
The time line part sounds fun.
In other news: Janice Erlbaum outs herself as a pretentious twit. Yes, again! And here I was, worried that the Poetry Establishment was going to come down on me for talking too much about slam, when it turns out that I was not showing proper love and respect for the very fucking serious art form that is slam poetry! Which should only be discussed earnestly, in the context of the oral poetic tradition, the democratization of poetry, the politicization of art by the new generation of poets, the rise of hip hop culture, the tradition of the African griot, cowboy poets, academic outsiders, zzzzztop.
And by the way, buddy, I traveled from 1993, not 1997; my school is very, very, very old.
PUSSY POETS 4 LIFE!
Or, for like a year and a half.
(*Way, way too many, I know. But I was having such a good time with them!)