Heading into Week 4 of NaNoWriMo,
and I’ve now clocked 61K words. Since the goal of the exercise is to complete
50K words by 30 November, I don’t feel quite such a sense of urgency to rack up
the word count each day, although I am still averaging about 2000 per.
Because my oeuvre is a detective story, and I didn’t
have the benefit of six months’ solid research into my location (still
undetermined city in Northern England), police work (specifically as practiced
in the UK), forensics (basic as well as specific; and don’t even refer me to any of the scripted TV
series as being legitimate resources) and various other aspects of the genre,
I’ve developed a way to ignore those pesky little issues & crack on:
Whenever I run into something I don’t know, I insert
place markers and write around them. So the manuscript is splattered with
[city blah-blah] or [forensic blah-blah] or [investigative blah-blah]. A week
ago, acting upon instructions of The Voices (you know—the ones who cooked this
story up in the first place), I ensconced my two main characters in a tapas
bar. And, since I’ve never actually eaten tapas (although I did once see Rick
Steves eat them on TV), I just stuck in [tapas blah-blah] until such time as I
can find such an establishment locally and have a legitimate tax-deductible writing-related
expense.
I also had a [rioja blah-blah] because my only
experience with Spanish wine involved offerings that reminded me strongly of
the Bulgarian rotgut we used to have at history department parties at William
& Mary. Perhaps someone can enlighten me on what I might like to lay in—also
by way of tax-deductible writing-related expenses.
The Voices forced me to make my American researcher
besotted with spreadsheets, which is a great trial to me, because I believe their
use for every possible purpose in the business world is the clearest sign of the
End Times the Almighty could have sent us. So I have a whole shedload of
[spreadsheet blah-blahs], as well. A former boss of mine—who does not play a
market researcher on TV, but actually is one—has kindly offered to help me out
with (and I quote him) “the spreadsheety goodness”, when I’m ready.
That, of course, will be some time down the road,
especially as he is also participating in NaNoWriMo, and is obviously
cranking away on his own. (41K words as of yesterday—yay!)
However, considering that I’m ahead of the game,
word-wise, if I feel like slacking off a bit and playing with designing a
state-of-the-art kitchen with Italian appliances and cabinetry, or trying to
hunt down what a coroner’s inquest report looks like, or the logistics of
Desert Storm—well, then I do.
The spreadsheety goodness can definitely wait.
