I have trouble getting started when things are unfinished. Last year I didn’t even start my NaNoWriMo until November 2 because I wanted to clean up all of the Halloween messes and give myself a fresh house to maybe… kind of… ignore for a month.
I got up, opened all the curtains and the front door (opening the front door makes me feel less alone when I’m… alone, I don’t know why, I can hear people talking outside sometimes, watch people walking their dogs, it’s pleasant, I guess.) There was Halloween vomited all over the porch, saying, “Are you going to have time to take me down the next few days? Are you going to feel up to it?” My uterus is a ticking time bomb and my porch and front yard were absolutely covered in string lights and plastic bones. I felt like yesterday morning might be my last chance to take Halloween down for a week, so after a failed attempt to start writing I pulled the tubs out of the garage, fired up some Murder She Wrote on my ipad and patiently untangled all the lights and spooky fabric. It only took about an hour, which is amazing because it took four to get it all put up.
I really feel so much calmer if I do some kind of chore before I start writing, but I also love to get writing out of the way first thing in the morning. Writing this blog post every day is definitely like a warm-up writing session for me, though, kind of like a chore that helps me get going. Outside of November, I do yoga before I do anything else, but I would love to start doing yoga right after I write. I’m not quite there yet. Yesterday I managed to go do a few stretches after I finished my longest writing session, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t feel that post-writing yoga relief I was going for. Something to work on.
I made this tweet (and feel free to comment prompts here, too, I’ll share how I used them in my next post!) and got started with a prompt from @nanowordsprints. A few years ago I wrote a NaNoWriMo novel called Pleasing The Stranger where I used lots of prompts every day and let my novel go wherever they led it. Eventually the novel did that thing it always does where it takes off in some direction and you really can’t control it anymore, but I tried to use as many prompts as possible and it was a fun way to do it. Since I really have nothing this year (no plot has presented itself yet) I’m casually seeing where prompts take me again.
Over four 5-30 minute writing sessions yesterday I got 1,686 words.
3776 / 50000 words. 8% done!