I gave myself a writing challenge this month. To write slowly. Specifically, I am allowed to write the bare minimum to finish 50,000 words by the end of August. That is 1613 words per day. I fudge a little bit just to keep from stopping in the middle of a sentence or paragraph.
Today is day Six, both of Camp NaNo and of my own personal challenge.
Today I began contemplating ways to cheat my own system.
Somehow, I am not sure I will make it to the end of the month writing so slowly.
Today, as I reached the end of my arbitrarily designated allowed number of words, I was on my game, in the zone and truly on the ball despite the fact I feel in no way sexy. The writing was flowing, it was beautiful, complete with the high that lets me churn out huge word counts without breaking a sweat. I wasn’t aware of the heat, or the bad songs that creep up on Pandora. I was unbothered by having Toddler sitting on me watching Pocoyo in various languages other than English. In short, I hit my stride.
Stopping myself was nearly a painful experience.
As I posted that section, complained to my writer’s group and skipped said bad song, I began having a conversation with myself on how to cheat my very own system. It went something like this:
“You could keep writing today, not post the number, and then take a break tomorrow.”
“No, that would be cheating!”
“But it feels so good!”
“It’s still cheating! Cheating myself, no less!”
“How about you just adjust your daily goal. You know, till your brain shorts out each day, like usual.”
“That’s cheating too! 1613 words!”
“But it feels good!”
*whines* “But it will screw up my pretty graph! Think of the graph!”
It’s still going on in the back of my head, even while I write out this blog post. One of these days, the shifty eyed part of me is going to win. I will cheat my own system, or, more likely, throw it out the window while cackling like the Wicked Witch. Definitely cackling.