NANOWRIMO JOURNALS: volume 4 (Humorosity #45)By Honeydew Zubari

NANOWRIMO JOURNALS: Volume 4

(Humorosity #45)

By Honeydew Zubari

Nov. 1- Well, here I am—on the brink of another wild month of writing until I drop. At the end of this thirty days I’ll have gotten to the point where sleep is a distant memory, where I’ve gained thirty pounds from a steady diet of oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies, and where I’ll need to detox from all the Diet Coke in my system. So much Diet Coke, in fact, that I no longer have blood running through my veins. Cut me, do I not bleed carbonated liquid? Hey, I like that! Can I fit it in my book?

For now, I’m fresh as the proverbial daisy. I started by writing the working title at the top of a blank document at 12:01 last night. My first five words of fifty-thousand. In one month. Then I went to sleep until noon, when I got up and wrote my first paragraph. Ninety-seven words down…too many to subtract from in my head to go. Yay!

Nov. 3- I didn’t write yesterday because I was all-consumed in, um, writing. Yes, and my book-in-progress is about that clear too. Hit my first snag already—a ginormous plot hole, which I decided to ignore in the hopes it will go away. The characters haven’t come alive yet, but maybe with a little literary CPR there will be hope. Three full pages done, but I’m behind on my daily word count. Why am I wasting time on forums when I need to get serious and be an author?

Nov. 4- Thirty Diet Cokes in ten hours. A new record!!! WHOOP, WHOOP!!! I’m bouncing on my toes like a basketball, la la la. Hey, there’s a spider on my screen. Grab the sucker and rip its legs off!!!

Nov. 6- Shew, it took two days and a twelve-pack of caffeine-free Diet Coke to get me off that buzz. I’m back to writing like a maniac and sleeping in fifteen-minute intervals at the computer. The cats have moved out, since I no longer have time to pamper them in the spoiled way they’ve become accustomed to. I say, let the pains feed themselves and change their own litter! Actually, it isn’t quite that bad. I did dump a bag of cat chow in the middle of the kitchen floor and turn on the tap so they have a constant supply of fresh water. Catching up on my word count, typed ten whopping hundred words in three hours. (Sounds better than a thousand, doesn’t it?) Onward ho!

Nov. 7- First week down, three to go. I should be at the fourteen-thousand word mark right now. Well, I’m darned close. Last count: 6,291. Okay, no comments from the peanut gallery. You try writing a mysterious adventure-romance chick-lit! It ain’t easy, Bob. I’m ready to take the plunge again, after lunch. Plate of cookies and Diet Coke, here I come! It never grows old. See you in the second week, shweetheart! Yeah, yeah…that’s the ticket.