I’ve been reaching more than that – at the last count (yesterday) it was 13,000-something – nearly 14,000.
It isn’t straight ‘this happened and then that happened, and then so-and-so, meanwhile . . .’
It’s writing what is behind my eyes – someone (more than one person) suggested writing down the movie that was playing at the back of your closed eyes.
I find that this works for me.
It might not exactly make sense with what else is going on – or it might – it opens other avenues, other possibilities – but, the character – as she, or he, moves about (it’s a simultaneous thing, character and plot), and I write down what this character is doing . . .
But then – I start to question what I have seen – yes, but . . .
And I write that down – all this goes in the word-count –
That may be what people do with their plots and so on that they make before they begin.
From what I can gather, some people make pristine plans.
I can’t start at a beginning like that. I never could. I did an art course once (I have done more courses than anything else), and it was required we did a plan of what we were going to produce – and put it in our sketch-books – and all that went towards our overall assessment. As with the writing, I couldn’t do that, either . . .
I made the artwork – and then drew a plan, into my sketchbook, of how I had produced it.
And didn’t bother telling them I was doing the work that way round.
Anyway – my ‘plans’, ‘thoughts’, writing – all jumbled together – and in the word-count.
As I go on (I’m only a week into it), I am less and less comfortable about not going back to look at it. (This is what they recommend.)
I did go back to some early notes I’d thrown in there (at the beginning of the typescript so I could find them again), and expanded on those – with ideas and notes of what I’d decided against.
But I’ve kept them all there. I have learned not to throw anything at all out when I am composing – in the past, I have concluded essays, nearly done but missing that final element, almost entirely from what I had previously thrown out into the bin, believing that I wouldn’t need those . . .
I keep it all. And it has all gone into the word-count.
I might not validate, though, through NaNo. I’m still thinking about that.