November 7, 2003

    Well, 11,538 words into my NaNo, and it has changed considerably.  It is still about an San Franciscan artist named Iona who dispenses magic into the world through her paintings, but it is slowly but surely turning into a horror story set in Humboldt county.  How does this stuff happen?

    I've also fallen behind in my word count goals, but I think I'll be okay.  I did manage my 2000 goal today. Writing a novel while maintaining a 25 hr/week job, full time student load, a husband, and fairly decent living environment is no picnic.  But I didn't really expect that it would be.  I expected it to be educational, and that is has been.  I got derailed yesterday and today, both times my Shorn, but that's okay.  The boy was blue, and he seems to be doing better now.  Plus, I got a fancy dinner out of the deal, which we haven't done in a while.  And he does more than his share of making me un-agitated so that I can get back to my writing.  A short bitch session with him can save me the agony of an entire day spent fussing about my problems.  I'm not really good at letting go of things on my own, and I haven't yet mastered the art of putting my angst into my writing.  So he helps.

    Next Saturday I have off, and I'm looking forward to spending the whole day writing. If I can keep up a daily minimum, and have a few days of cramming, I think I can actually do this thing.