I’ve been rubbing a chestnut that Marty Gervais gave to me. He said that Hemingway used to rub chestnuts for good writing luck. If you know me, I’m not a firm believer in luck, but lately, I can’t seem to put the chestnut down. I’m not sure if it’s because somewhere deep inside me I’m wishing for some luck or if I’m trying to channel to Hemingway as I write, or Gervais for that matter. Could be all of it.
NaNoWriMo feels very different to me this year. I’m not feeling the pull of pressure that I felt last year. I mean, I think about it every day, but I’m not working on my new novel every day. I’m certainly writing or editing or doing something ‘literary’ every day, but it’s not always work on my NaNoWriMo stats. At the rate I’m going, I’m scheduled to finish my novel a whole month late. This happened to me last year as well – and it freaked me out to see this in my stats. This year…I’m not freaked out. I’m kind of okay with it.
I’m awaiting news about the Baker’s Dozen competition – an extremely cool contest where agents bid for new projects. I made the submission deadline and will find out on November 19 if my logline and first 250 words has made the cut for auction. GUH. Having this going on with the novel I wrote last November is really affecting the novel I’m working on this November. My mind is laden (is that the right word?) with Rachel on Fire (working title of last year’s NaNoWriMo novel).
And soooo…I’m managing to work on my new novel when I’m not working on anything else. It’s not getting such great priority, and thus my numbers are low. Again, I’m okay with it. To quote my Nonna: “Tomorrow is another day.” Indeed it is. More writing will be done.
How’s it goin’ for you?
PS. The working title of my new novel: Throwing Potatoes or Survived By.