This move is really starting to stink, in a big, messy, triplets-with-diarrhea kind of way. It’s really screwed up my June novel-writing plan; I’m writing more than 1000-words a day right now, trying to play catch-up, but in no way will it work. I’m too far behind. (sigh)
That said, my “plan” held room for slop at the end, so I’m not totally freaked out by this. Not yet, at least. It’s just…frustrating. And the move itself hasn’t even happened. Isn’t even fully planned and dated and ready to roll yet. (Really, let’s just not go there–it’s that bad, that hair-ripping-out-maddening, and completely out of my control.)
So, /breathes/ here is my motivation plan: I’ve joined up with Camp NaNoWriMo.
Unlike the normal NaNoWriMo, during Camp NaNoWriMo, your goals are your own. This sounded great to me. At the urging of a VP cohort, I joined into a private cabin, where my cabinmates and I will spur one another along to meet our individual goals for the month of July. My current goal is to somehow manage to meet my “25,000 words in July” goal that I’d made before the move became “The Move that Ate My Life.” I hope that by August 1st, I’ll have good news to report on the writing front.
There’s still time for you to join Camp Nano. Check out the link if you’re interested. And don’t forget the bug spray!