I'm eighteen days into NaNoWriMo and am super far behind. Like, I need to write at least 5k tomorrow to catch up. I have a huge list of excuses of why I'm behind, but they're just that--excuses.
For example, I switched from full time to a contractor position at my day job, and now I'm busier than ever. I'm working more than I ever did on salary. I didn't get home until nearly 8 tonight, which for a slacker like me, that's quite the day. By the time I get home, I'm too tired to do anything.
Somehow last week I hurt my back. I spent a good four days bed/couch bound, only getting up to visit the chiro or attempt to stretch. I couldn't even sit up let alone squint through my muscle-relaxcent-riddeled brain fog long enough to write.
During the crazy work week and back pain, I also had a super bad cold. Of course. No one wants to work while they're hacking up a lung. It's been quite the November so far, folks.
But tomorrow, that all changes. I'm going to write. A lot.
I'm aiming for 15k, but I'll be happy with 5k. Hell, I'll be happy with 50 words.
This story is so much different than anything I've ever tried writing before. For one, it's a total different category and genre. I write YA, my last two MSs being a thriller and a horror.
This book, tentatively called PLUS ONE, is a NA contemporary romance. I'm no stranger to writing sexy times - all of my books have romantic subplots - but writing a whole novel around a relationship is really hard. I find myself going back through my words and typing "ADD FEELINGS' at least once per page. It's hard.
But regardless of my back, my runny nose, and my venturing into uncharted, yet sexy, waters, I will write tomorrow.
(If you see me on twitter, please shout at me to get back to work)