Just a reminder: These NaNoWRImo Pitfall posts are being
re-posted from the series I ran back in November of 2009. Any problems
mentioned therein are not problems I'm currently having. The Editing
posts (seen on the left as E1, E2, etc.) are the problems I'm having
now.
Anyway, without further ado, here's #5 or ACK! I'm Lost!
See the look on that guy's face*? Heh. If you could see me now, you'd see that same look. (Okay, maybe I'm crying for my mommy on the inside.)
You see, today it's time for NaNo Pitfall #5 aka Ack! I'm Lost! (Prewritten on Sunday, so maybe I'll have found my way by the time this hits the web.)
When you're running down the path of your story, trying to get 50K words onto paper before the alligator of December 1st catches up with you, you could conceivably take a wrong turn. My wrong turn came a while back, but I didn't know I was lost until a couple days ago. (Which explains the squirmy stuff I mentioned in yesterday's post.)
And boy am I ever lost.
Sure, I know where I'm supposed to be. I took a wrong turn several chapters ago, though, so retracing my steps is not an option. What I have to do know is hack a path to where this diversion would naturally meet up with the correct storyline at this point in the book.
It's a jungle out there, people.
Anyway, I spent a good portion of the time I was supposed to be sleeping last night trying to mentally chart my course. I have Jo in a sticky situation, and she's taking the bull by the horns. Nigel's come clean about his part in the mess, and if he screws up again, he dies. Tryg's on the fence at to whether he's trustworthy or not. And Zeke is Zeke. I'm not sure what to do with Mary, but she's ready to run someone through after all these years of powerlessness, so whatever happens, she's good to go.
Of course, I'm still dealing with NaNo Pitfall #2, but I'm pretty sure that the reason I've written crap is that I was lost. Once I find my way again, I'll be right as rain. And hey, I can always fix it in the edits. =o)
Time to take my mental machete and forge ahead through the jungle. I know that path is around here somewhere...
*photo had to be deleted due to potential copyright thingies.
Anyway, without further ado, here's #5 or ACK! I'm Lost!
See the look on that guy's face*? Heh. If you could see me now, you'd see that same look. (Okay, maybe I'm crying for my mommy on the inside.)
You see, today it's time for NaNo Pitfall #5 aka Ack! I'm Lost! (Prewritten on Sunday, so maybe I'll have found my way by the time this hits the web.)
When you're running down the path of your story, trying to get 50K words onto paper before the alligator of December 1st catches up with you, you could conceivably take a wrong turn. My wrong turn came a while back, but I didn't know I was lost until a couple days ago. (Which explains the squirmy stuff I mentioned in yesterday's post.)
And boy am I ever lost.
Sure, I know where I'm supposed to be. I took a wrong turn several chapters ago, though, so retracing my steps is not an option. What I have to do know is hack a path to where this diversion would naturally meet up with the correct storyline at this point in the book.
It's a jungle out there, people.
Anyway, I spent a good portion of the time I was supposed to be sleeping last night trying to mentally chart my course. I have Jo in a sticky situation, and she's taking the bull by the horns. Nigel's come clean about his part in the mess, and if he screws up again, he dies. Tryg's on the fence at to whether he's trustworthy or not. And Zeke is Zeke. I'm not sure what to do with Mary, but she's ready to run someone through after all these years of powerlessness, so whatever happens, she's good to go.
Of course, I'm still dealing with NaNo Pitfall #2, but I'm pretty sure that the reason I've written crap is that I was lost. Once I find my way again, I'll be right as rain. And hey, I can always fix it in the edits. =o)
Time to take my mental machete and forge ahead through the jungle. I know that path is around here somewhere...
*photo had to be deleted due to potential copyright thingies.
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