It’s interesting to look at when and where I wrote for NaNoWriMo. I certainly got better at it as the month went on, and it’s a habit now, so I’m more likely to just DO it than I was before. I don’t have to write an entire scene to write. I can just write a little bit and then pick it up again later. It’s not like I really know what’s happening next most of the time anyway.
First of all, before I started writing this book back in June, I did write a lot. I wrote this damn blog. Almost every day for the last year and a half, three times a week before that. Mostly, I did it on the computer. I’m faster at typing on a computer than I am on any other device, and it has more capability, usually has a larger screen, etc. I had been known to write my blog on my iPad Mini AND on my phone, though, especially when traveling, but then photos become an issue. So this idea of writing while out of the house was not new to me.
So here’s where I wrote…
Saturday: In a plane from Houston, then in a tiny little lost terminal at LAX, all on an iPad Mini; then later, at my computer
Sunday: On a stationary bike (iPad), then on the computer
Monday: In a staff meeting (OK, let’s just admit that everything that wasn’t on my computer was on the iPad), on my computer, on the couch
Tuesday: On a stationary bike at the gym, at my computer
Wednesday: While on the phone, at my computer, on my iPad waiting for the girlchild to finish with my computer, while updating girlchild’s computer so she would stop using my computer (sense a pattern?)
Thursday through Sunday: On that computer, some days better than others (aka, I didn’t go anywhere that writing was acceptable)
I should explain that I did all of this in Google Docs, so I could access it anywhere. There are pros and cons to that, of course…one being when the file gets really large, it also gets cranky. I now have two files for this story: the first is the 36 pages I wrote over the summer and leading up to NaNoWriMo, and the second is the 74 pages I wrote this month. It doesn’t sound like much when you put it that way, eh? It’s OK. They’re single-spaced and I’m looking at word count more than pages. I’m kind of at the point where I think I’m going to start a third file…this one is getting too big as well. Some people have argued for other programs, but this worked well for what I needed. It was a pain in the butt if I needed to go back and find some detail, so I started another Doc that I called Characters, with a list of character names and traits, but it expanded to list the types of plants I was dealing with, locations of the labs (yup, my whole story takes place in a variety of science labs…and a jacuzzi). I’m not sure I would write any differently with a special program. It just might make editing easier.
Monday and Tuesday: On the iPad at the gym, at the computer
Wednesday: Wherever I could
Thursday: in professional development when my brain couldn’t take it any more (oh my god, shut up!), at the gym, on the bike, and then I couldn’t get it out of my head, so on the elliptical as well (that was a challenge)
Friday on a boring old computer
Saturday: In professional development, waiting for the speaker to finish, on a padded bench with Ruthie next to me. In between classes, sitting at high-school desks. On my computer. On my iPad. At the CUE!
Sunday through the following Thursday: mostly on the computer, sometimes on the iPad. I didn’t have anywhere I had to be where I could also write (not OK to write a book while in a parent meeting). Oh yeah, and I actually didn’t write on Thanksgiving. I had hit 50,000 words the night before, well, actually, at holy shit in the morning, so I felt OK with not writing then.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday: on a soccer field x 3, on my computer also x 3; I had written on a soccer field before, so this was not new.
I sat there at yesterday’s game before it started and typed two huge paragraphs where one hybrid was trying to attack another and tranquilizer darts and all this, while listening to a bunch of parents yammer on about what colleges were courting their kid. And I have to say, I do feel like some sort of bizarre alien, writing a book while all that is going on, but I guess that’s nothing new. I do know I can write just about anywhere, so that’s a good thing. Before, I thought I had to be in the right mood and the muse had to be present, and no, fuck that. I can just write. I am the fucking muse. The story’s in my head. I just have to pull it out.
Good lesson learned. Now I just need to finish this book.