Yesterday was the half way point in NaNoWriMo and therefore I needed to have passed the 25,000 word mark before we went out for dinner at a friend's house in the evening. So inbetween doing some housework (success), popping into town to find some new shoes (fail), ordering this year's log supply for the woodburner (success), emailing the roofer AGAIN about the lost tile off the roof (e-mail- success, roofer response- fail), and avoiding Christmas (succfail) I tippety-tapped away on the keyboard and...
...fell short by 821 words. Botherations.
I thought, hey...relax! You'll catch up tomorrow. But Myrtle the Writing Fairy said, 'What if you don't? What if circumstances take over and you slip further behind? What if...'
And I said, 'Shut up, Myrtle,' and then because I knew she wouldn't and I had made a promise to myself to get to that 25,000th word by 6 p.m I gritted my teeth, chucked another log on the fire, and started writing again.
Nora's mother-in-law arrived and saved the day!! Nora is one of the main characters. She has a husband called Col and a baby called Ruby. But her mother-in-law never figured in the plan. As I wrote, a bit desperately I have to admit, I was thinking that maybe Col might return from his business trip with another woman in tow - a floozy if you will. But as his car approached and Nora was sitting on the stairs waiting for the front door to open as she had important news to tell him, I was thinking, Col can't have an affair because he is far too proper and the most excitement he can manage is getting 10% off a set of new tyres for his car.
So as the front door opened, even I didn't know who Col had brought home with him. And it wasn't until I was ACTUALLY typing the words 'mother-in-law' and 'Maureen' that I knew! It was that close to the wire!
And that is what I love about writing. Sometimes even I don't know what is going to happen in a story. (Myrtle says she does - I doubt this very much.)
So I drew the moment to a close and Andy (who is my official publisher) did a word count.
'You haven't done 821 words,' he said.
'Botherations,' said I, because time was a-running out and dinner was a-calling.
'You've done 1191!' he said. ( What larks! What jokes! Teasing me like that!)
'Hurrah!' I said, because it tipped me over the halfway line to 25,451!
And we went out.
So it is all downhill from here on in. Possibly literally in terms of plot. But bless Maureen for turning up. She and Nora can't stand each other. I would like to say that there will be a reconciliation between the two of them by the end of the story, but I am not holding my breath. That would be a little too tidy, wouldn't it? Much more exciting,perhaps, to have an aardvark, a cliff edge and a set of juggling balls involved. That's what Myrtle says. But then she is quite, quite mad.