I Wrote Anyway

November 4, 2011

If you follow me on Twitter, then you know yesterday went from bad to worse. Bad was the sewer backing up all over my newly remodeled basement. Worse was my husband hurting his back while he tried to drag a 5-feet tall refrigerator up the basement steps.

I wrote anyway.

I’m not gloating or even patting myself on the back. I’m a little irked at the fact. Seriously, for weeks now nothing major has interfered with my writing, and yet I have written very little. On a day when all hell broke loose, I wrote 3000+ words…which proves I can write—should write—even when the freaking sky is falling.

I owe some of the credit to FiMyFuMo for the little nudge in the right direction. (If I haven’t met my word count, I start to get twitchy.) But most of the credit goes to me being sick and tired of whining about not writing when I don’t have a good excuse not to be. I have food. I have shelter. I have healthy kids, a husband who loves me, and friends who make me laugh. Wallowing in the Why Am I Not Writing Swamp is like staring at sewer sludge on a basement floor wishing it would disappear. It’s not going to happen…unless I clean it up. And the book isn’t going to get written…unless I write.

Around 8:00 last night, the drain was unplugged. As I cleaned the sludge off the floor with gallon after gallon of bleach, my “broken” husband tried to get comfortable on the couch upstairs. I dreamed of things returning to normal, so I could write—and breathe without my lungs burning from corrosive chemicals. That’s when I realized, despite it all, I wrote anyway.

With Hubby at work and the drain flowing freely, today should be a piece of cake, huh?

(You can check on my writing progress and the progress of other FiMyFuNo-ers here. You can also join us! We’d love the company.)

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FiMyFuNo: Ready. Set. Go!

November 2, 2011

Today I start FiMyFuNo (Finish My F*@#ing Novel). And no, I’m not making fun of NaNoWriMo or SYTYCW. On the contrary, FiMyFuNo was inspired by NaNo. So why not NaNo? The big reason is that I’m mid WIP and worried NaNo could become another distraction with the very capable and attractive site and the buzz on Twitter. Do I need a NaNo-like kick in the ass to finish this book? You bet. So I’ve created FiMyFuMo.

The Way it Works

  1. Decide what you want to write, the word count to completion and when you can write. For example, I’ve already written 30K words of a contemporary romance with an anticipated word count of 80K words, and I write five days a week, like a job…except it’s not a job. (It’s my heart’s desire, and I need a reminder now and then.)
  2. Do the math. For example, there are twenty-one writing days left for me in November. If I subtract the 30K words I’ve already written from the 80K total, I am left with 50K words to the finish line. If I take 50K words and divide by the number of writing days I have in the month (21), then I get the number of words I need to write each writing day to reach my goal (2,380-ish). Now, I’m bad at math, and even though I used a calculator, I’m not confident the figures are right. If you email me to point that out, kindly provide me with the right figures while you’re laughing.
  3. Write. This seems simple, but it’s not. To make it easier—and here’s the key to FiMyFuNo—limit online activity. Yes, I’m serious. Check Twitter, Facebook, emails, blogs once a day while FiMyFuNo-ing. Once. Twice at the most (morning and night, leaving the hours in between for writing). No exceptions…unless you sell a book…or give birth.

That’s it. Three easy steps to finishing or writing anything. Have an idea. Set a goal. Avoid distractions. Ta da! And the beauty of FiMyFuNo is that you don’t have to wait a year for it if you miss the start date, because you pick the start date.

*Want to join me? Add your daily word count and end date in the comment section below.

*After this blog post was written, I created a FiMyFuNo category. For easy access to all things FiMyFuNo, click on the category at the right of this page when you visit From Fact to Fiction.