So I figured I would try to do a lot of writing today, seeing as I’m about 7k behind on my NaNo project. It’s a quiet, drizzly day, I don’t have to puppy-sit my uncle’s hyperactive beagle, and I’ll have the office/den to myself for a couple of extra hours since my sister Rachel babysits after work on Mondays.
Anyways, here I am sitting and typing away while gulping down coffee (decaf for me, since I am not Rachel), when I hear Raph the turtle start knocking on her tank. I glance over and see her staring me down through the glass, and I figure why not take her out so she can get some exercise. It’s not too cold of a day (actually, it’s rather mild for a rainy, November Monday) and she’s been semi-hibernating with the winter days coming. So I take her out, dry my hands (since Raph has an affinity for wanting to come out of her tank right after she gets out of her pool), and place her in the middle of the room before going back to my laptop.
First, the turtle got stuck by the wires of our telephone and game systems, so I had to rescue her from there. Then, she decided to walk along the wall where our laptop chargers rest. I had to pause and lift the chargers out of the way so she could continue her walk. Seriously, she stopped right by them and stretched her neck up to stare at me, demanding to move the obstructions. After that, she decided, hey, why not attempt to climb up the pile of novels Rachel has by the corner of the room?
Spoiler: she didn’t make it up the book hill.
At the moment, she is now trying to either climb into or bury herself under Rachel’s leftover bag of Halloween candy. There’s not much left in the bag, but there is a package of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle lollipops in there. Maybe she’s trying to channel her inner ninja turtle, especially since she was named after one.
That got me thinking. Despite the setbacks, Raphael never gives up on exploring the room (and beyond it if we ever accidentally leave the door open) or trying to get where she wants to go. Her determination led me to my own and, as I stared back at my current NaNo project, I realized how my determination has been wavering.
I’ve got so many ideas, not just for novels, but for myself. The only thing stopping me from achieving those ideas, those goals, is myself. Why can’t I write 5k a day, even while pup-sitting? Why can’t I edit a few pages of my first-draft manuscripts a day? Why can’t I sketch a picture or, hell, even make a blog post once a week?
On that note, how many “inspirational” posts do I have on this thing? When was the last time I actually wrote about an achievement rather than just a promise of heading toward my goals?
The story of my NaNo project is not going well. It’s going down the road just fine, really, but it’s not what I had originally pictured and the result is less than sub-par. However, I do have a few good scenes, a couple of great lines, some interesting characters (like a wyvern named Mumbles) that popped up. In the spirit of NaNo, I’m going to get to the end of the story (at least, figure out the ending), and maybe the aspects about it that I do like can find a home in a future novel.
At the moment, I need to channel my inner turtle and find the determination to keep moving forward.