Well, another Fourth of July has come and gone, and we celebrated in the usual way: closing up the house, turning a movie up really, really loud, and working to keep the completely-panicked Belgian Malinois from melting down. (Our other dog is deaf, so he doesn't much care what's going on outside. If he doesn't see it, it doesn't exist.)
As for the rest of the weekend, I went to the beach and got a couple of really stupid tan lines that prove, once again, that I have no idea how to properly apply sunscreen. Perhaps I shall improve in that regard the longer I live here. Or perhaps I'll just look like a freshly-cooked lobster all year round.
I also wrote a little. Very little, really. As of this posting, I am six days into Camp NaNoWriMo and I am a whopping 28 words ahead of par. (Over par? Above par? I know in golf one wants to be under par, but I think in this situation, one strives to be over par. Questions? Comments? Concerns?)
I may or may not have slacked off over the weekend. But I suppose it could be worse. I could be 28 words under par.
The first five days saw a couple of interesting story revelations. It's weird, I know, that I can be writing one thing with a clear path in mind, but then another, completely new, completely unplanned thing shows up on the page. I'm not quite sure where it'll lead yet, or even if these fun new detours will survive past August, but that's a problem for August. Or maybe even September.
But as I need roughly 42,000 words more, they're staying for now. Perhaps forever. Perhaps the remaining 42,000 words will prove that the unexpected detours were the road I needed to be traveling down all along.
Needless to say, I have my work cut out for me.
Which means I need to have some laser-type focus. So allow me, now, to reiterate my rules for a successful NaNoWriMo experience for one and all:
WHEN IT IS OKAY TO INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M WRITING:
1. The house is on fire.
(This could be expanded to include such natural disaster-type things such as imminent hurricanes and/or tornadoes (rumor has it those are a thing around here. Just another reason to love the Sunshine State.)
2. Joss Whedon is here to see you.
(This is self-explanatory, right?)
WHEN IT IS NOT OKAY TO INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M WRITING:
EVERYTHING NOT INCLUDED IN THE ABOVE TWO STATEMENTS. I HAVE SWORDS, AND IF I THROW ONE AT YOU, I WON'T HIT THE WALL LIKE BUFFY DID. I, SADLY, DON'T HAVE HER WEAPON-THROWING SKILL SET. OR, REALLY, ANY OF HER SKILL SETS FOR THAT MATTER. BUT STILL...NO INTERRUPTIONS.
Because I have 42,000 words to write and 25 days in which to write them.
That's going to do it for me today. Thanks for stopping by. Happy Monday!