I started off with every intention of winning NaNoWriMo this year. I had a plan, I knew what was going on, I was ready.
Then a giant plot hole reared up at about the same time I dislocated a rib on my left side. That was when I discovered I couldn’t type (or sit, or stand, or lay down or breath!) with a dislocated rib due to soft tissue damage. I couldn’t think my way through the plot hole either largely because of the narcotic pain killers that were the only thing allowing me to breathe for a few days.
I am happy to report (some 3 weeks later) the rib is better. I only get the occasional twinge of pain now when I have done something really stupid like reaching for something at the back of the top shelf of the cupboard (I am short and cupboards are built for tall people). I am not so happy to report I barely got through 6000 words when it all went wrong.
I am not going to stop writing now that I can again. The plot hole has largely resolved itself (while watching Netflix at 12:30 am December 1) I just needed to give it time to stew and sort itself out and I feel I am in a good place to carry on.
Things have changed again, of course, because I am me and the first idea is almost never the right idea. I will go back to the planning stage and start again with my new, re-revised plot and carry on. It doesn’t matter that it is not NaNoWriMo anymore. NaNo is a fun challenge, sure, and I enjoy doing it, but I don’t need it.
That being said, the word counter at the side has been updated with a new goal and I am off to start this adventure once more.