Your geek is showing

After two days, I’ve just over 4,500 words for my novel in the NaNoWriMo/ Mominator challenge. I’m pleased, but I must assess the situation in order to proceed in the wisest fashion, no matter how gross the prospect of “assessing” my efforts at playing around with words.

Here goes. I want to write 2,000 words per day– not 1,667 words, the NaNoWriMo quota suggestion. In fact, for me to be pleased and sitting pretty, I got to do four things:

1. I must write 2,000 words a day.
2. I need to honorably match or beat my mom in the challenge.
3. I should have a rough draft by the end of the month that has un-ugly plot and an intriguing set of characters.
4. I need to have plenty of kooky fun along the way. This is first draft, after all, and the draft ought to be governed by that cracked hippy mistress, the right brain.

If I ultimately fail at any of these, I’ll be majorly bummed. I don’t want to be bummed, so I’ll try and curb that failure thing.

Today I’ll look at what I’ve written and what I’ve sketched out in terms of plot. The novel is a young adult one and something I’m not even hopeful of being decent enough of showing anyone after all of this. (I figure the best creative types have a stash of botched projects and I’m young enough that I can keep botching for awhile. I am, of course, very hopeful.) I’d gotten hot on this world I built earlier this year. It’s pretty developed. I’m trying not to geek out here, so I’ll only divulge the world is an alternative one in the 1950's. There are, ahem, maps. There are even–eew, Mary– schematics of how certain imaginary contraptions work. (Bows head and sighs at self.)

I can’t help it, I delight myself too much sometimes.