Off and Running

So today was the first day of NaNoWriMo and the first day of my new schedule. I worked on my story from 4:00am until 6:00am, then moved to my coffeeshop for another hour or so of work while eating my oatmeal and drinking coffee. As always, I blessed whoever was brave enough to first try harvesting the coffee bean, roasting it and drinking it being unsure if he/she was ingesting a toxic combination. I put that person on the same level as the one who first tried to cook/eat lobster and whoever figured out how to use the cacao bean. All first-level ancestors whom I venerate.

"And she's off and running..."

By the time I reached the shop I had already written 2300 words and when I finished my lunch late in the afternoon I had pulled out more than 3000. My goal for the day was 2000 words so I was ahead of the game today. I am sure that today was the easiest of the days. Today I was dealing with parts of the plot that were quite a bit easier, and even those were throwing me curve balls causing me to do additional research and question/requestion my timeline yet again. My character has a four-year span of age that he can be and I do need to pin his age down relatively quickly. But at least the first part is working and jumping from scene to scene is also working. I still like my story, which is damned lucky since I'm committed to it for the next 20+ days.

I loved this poster. Whoever came up with it has

earned my thanks because it expresses my feelings

to perfection.

So I'll continue on a flip-flopped day. I'll hit the treadmill at 3:15 am, then shower and dress for work. Around 4:00-4:15 am I'll start writing the day's output, working until 6:00 and then moving to the coffeeshop. I'll pack up again after an hour and switch to the office for another 1-1/2 hours of writing time and I can grab lunchtime if needed. When I have my word quote complete I can check my emails and LJ friends posts and comments. That's the goal. Now to see if I can stick with it. I've already had to sit on my hands once, reminding myself that EDITING IS FOR DECEMBER. My inner editor is screaming behind the prison walls.