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Monday, November 24, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Blast from the Past meets True West!  

Wow. Two weeks since any real entry from me. I suck.

But I've been off sucking at Nano so, you know, sue me. I'm somewhere between four and five large in the whole, and fifteen large from finishing. My secret dream? I crank another three large tomorrow, and then do a massive twelve large write-out on Wednesday, leaving me Thanksgiving and the weekend after to relax (and/or collapse--I can't quite tell if I'm getting sick or not). Considering my brother showed up Thursday night and I've spent, I'd say about six hours with him total, I don't think that's likely. Instead, we'll probably hang out and I'll slowly crawl my way up the word count (slowly means doing three large every day which is what--twelve pages a day?)

I feel guilty because out of the few I managed to rope in to do Nano again this year, I think the only one who's going to be crossing the finish line is Patrick and I feel that may be my fault. (Well, I bet Ryan and Kara will finish but I don't think that counts because they were doing this before I met them. In fact, this is how I met them, now that I think of it.) Maybe I wasn't supportive enough. Maybe I didn't pep talk it up enough. I think--I dunno what I think. I hope I didn't let anybody down, is all.

On the other hand, I think a lot of Patrick's recruits that he got to do Nano this year and are part of the mailing list are going to finish (one of them already has). If he can get them to do Nano two years in a row, and they finish, when then I'll have to concede that he's a far better motivator than I. (Or is that "than me"? It's "I" because it's short for "I am," right? I'm glad I don't worry about stuff like this when doing nano...)

Oh yeah, the other big reason I know the big all day blowout is mere hooey? Because, just like last year, I will finish Nano, but I will not be finished with my book. Oh, no. Certainly not. Last year, I hit a finishing point, took it, and then skid on my face for another two thousand words. But this time, I know better. I'm going to cross the line. I'm going to keep going. I'm sure if I get a good night's sleep, I'll feel better. But right now, I'm in that feverish uncomfortable world where the only thing that feels more uncomfortable than living is writing. Bleah.

posted by Jeff Lester | 6:49 PM |
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