Write or Die

So this month I'm participating in NaNoWriMo... I'm sure you're all wondering how I haven't developed carpal tunnel or can even find the will to look at a computer screen or write of my own volition, this menial blog.

So with 7 days to go and 15,000 words to be written, I'm actually feeling pretty good. My diet has consisted of coffee and McDonalds, I think I'm getting bed sores from writing in my bed so much, I'm going to need to do massive amounts of yoga and stretching once this month is over, but I'm also absolutely loving it.

Do I have the most intriguing plot in the world? Not even close...
Does my prose drip with eloquent turns of phrase? I'm venturing a big fat no...
Is the imagery so engaging that agents will be begging me to turn my novel into a script? hahahaha no...

So what am I getting out of this? Somehow, the sheer knowledge that writing 1,000 words an hour seems almost like a joke to me now is completely satisfying.

Knowing that my basic ideas for my story are still there, but just writing has made it so much more intricate and meaningful. It will be super rough when I'm done, but it will be a nice block of wood to be shaved down and polished into something fabulous!

Pushing myself to write everyday (or nearly) is absolutely brilliant. I haven't been to the gym, cooked a proper meal, spoken to my friends or done too much laundry, but I'm really progressing in my writing, so for one month, I think that's worth it. I'll catch up with everyone during the holidays.

So for the next 7 days, it will be Write or Die... I don't think I'll actually DIE if I don't finish, but maybe a small part of my soul will. Only time will tell (cue suspenseful music)...