The darkness grabbed onto his words and crumpled them into tight rejected wads of failure. He typed with such a frenzy to keep ahead of the monster, but it was faster than his imagination, consuming all his ideas and dreams. It then had the nerve to regurgitate its partially digested remains onto the page.
He tried to rearrange the mess into something that hinted at his intentions, but he was not a forensic investigator. The work seemed dead. And to think he thought he was a writer.
He consoled himself. “Well, it’s a start.” He saved his work and shut down.
So I have fallen behind in my NaNoWriMo count. I didn’t get to work on it yesterday, and today I was frantic because of other commitments and only did 400 words or so today. Now I can consider this a failure, or I can look at the positive that I was able to outline the middle portion of my novel, or act two in script speak. Actually it is the later half of act two. I knew where my protagonist needed to go, but I was having troubles getting him there. I worked on it for a good couple of hours and solved most of the major plot points to get him from where he is now to where he needs to go to get to acts three. So I ask again, was it a failure to not meet the word quota, or was it a success that I have a good direction to head out tomorrow? I claim it is unknown until I start writing more this week. If I can chip away at the word count I am behind, then it is worth it. If not, then it was a failure. Failure is always an option, but I am hoping with this stutter step and some better outlining I can build on it into a triumph, but that is for future me to decide.
ps Can you tell I’m writing this after 1 am local time? Yeah, I am tired. 🙂