Remember back in November, when I decided to do NaNoWriMo, and we agreed that it was ambitious, considering I was already working on my baby and a new project would just distract me?
And remember when, after finishing/”winning” NaNo, I was all proud, but felt a lacking of sorts?
Remember when, just recently, I finished (*cue tooting of horn* Toot, toot! Too-oot-toot-toot! Kk, enough tooting—we don’t wanna be annoying) my first draft? 137k words? Anyone?
I’ve been staring at the wall (because the paint scheme of my living room holds all life’s answers, of course) and trying to think of what else “needs be doing,” as Mevy would say (see, even when I’m trying to NOT work on my novel, the darned kids try to possess my thoughts — can Mommy have just a week of peace, please?!), before I begin the dreaded revision process. Then, like a stroke of genius, an off-handed remark from a fellow in the Nashville Writers critique group offered a glorious solution:
Revise because peer pressure demands you must, else you look like a flaky good-for-naught (read: go participate in NaNoEdMo).
I encourage all aspiring writers to come join me — I hear Misery made some tasty scones to share.
Satisfied with the quick post, and in a bit of a rush to meet Jessica for their Zumba date, Dawn opens a new browser window to tap out her last note of the day: