Download wordart hereEarlier tonight Orange Croc Guy tried to talk me into watching a movie with him. I explained that I just didn't have the time because it's already the 17th on November and I am behind on my novel. He got this really strange look on his face and I thought his feelings were hurt so I quickly explained that I would make it up to him as soon as November was over. He had the nerve to say, "You're still doing that novel thing?"
How mean is that? He didn't think I would see it through and so now I really, really have complete the 50,000 words by the 30th. I'm behind, but not so far behind that I can't catch up. Plus, I've got the long Thanksgiving weekend coming up so I can write while I'm not eating or sleeping or thinking about eating and sleeping. I can totally do this!
I just love telling people that I'm writing a novel. Most people think it makes me sound smart, but there are some like Orange Croc Guy who think it's dumb. I'm just dumb enough to think it's smart!
The other night I got a fright though. I was worried about my poor novel. Now, I'm only writing it for myself and for bragging rights so I shouldn't let things worry me. What can I say though, we writers are sensitive people. lol!
The rules on NaNoWriMo clearly state that it's about quantity not quality,enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft. They give you permission to make mistakes!
I've been following the rules! I've got lots of mistakes and basically no craft. Since I'm behind, I may be slacking on the quantity rule but I'm making up for that with enthusiasm. Lots and lots of enthusiasm!!!
I am the only one who has been following the rules!
You see everyone else has quality. I think they're all real writers and not just normal people like me.
My novel is totally Chick Lit, very cheesy and if you don't like my sense of humor you won't like what I've written. I happen to like my sense of humor and I'm only doing this for myself so I shouldn't be sad, but I am. I secretly wanted my novel to be awesome.
There's a forum on the NaNoWriMo site and in the forum is an area where people can post a line or paragraph or even a chapter from the novel they were writing. I read what everyone has posted and it's awesome! I wanted to post that they weren't following the rules because it's not supposed to be that good, but I decided not to be a hater.
Instead, I posted the opening of my novel and waited for someone to comment on it. I made my post on my birthday so I just knew that would bring me good luck and lots of motivational comments. I waited and waited.....and waited. I thought I was going to have to get my mom to go onto the site and comment about how awesome mine sounded, without letting anyone that she's my mom.
Over 19 hours later, just when I had started to believe I had killed that thread in the forum someone commented on my post. Someone commented and it wasn't my mom! Here's the comment I got:
Oooh ouch! Nice slow reveal there!She said "nice" and used exclamation points!!!
Isn't that awesome?!?!
Now, aren't you just dying to read what I wrote and shared in the forum. Well, it's your lucky day cause I'm going to share it with you!
This is the beginning and I promise it gets funny and has a happy ending. Feel free to tell me how much you love it and maybe I'll share more with you later. If you don't love it, lie to me and say that you do or I'll share more just to punish you for hurting my feelings. lol!
The first thing I noticed was that the front door wasn't completely
closed. I stood there with the wind beating the rain against my face. I
had Chinese take-out in one hand and my broken heel in the other.
My cheap, no name brand, water proof mascara was running down
my face.
I didn't want to go inside. It's my house and I hate it. Well, I
don't really hate my house. I hate my life.
Then I heard him talking. He was on the phone. He was making
arrangements for a trip to Hawaii!
I threw the Chinese food behind a bush on one side of the door.
Then I threw my broken heel and shoes behind a bush on the other
side. I tried to fix my rain soaked hair and wipe away some of
the horrible mascara streaks.
Then I slowly opened the door a little wider and floated inside.
Yes, I said that I floated. I was so happy that I actually floated into the
house.
He was still on the phone and his back was turned toward me. He
didn't hear me come up behind him. I slid my arms around his waist
and whispered, "I love you. I love you more in this moment than I have
ever loved you."
He tensed up right away. Then he mumbled something into the
phone and hung up. He turned around and pushed himself away from
me. Then he looked at me and said, "I was hoping I would be gone
before you got home."
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