But I am 1/10th of the way into the story. 5,015 words are on virtual paper and the story has begun to take shape. There are fellow NaNoWriMo comrades on my street. There are 72 in Fredericksburg all together. Writing groups have begun to spring up. Encouragement parties, if you will, to help you shutup the inner editor and click away with abandon. One friend pushes her screen down completely so she can't see any errors. Another keeps a yellow legal paper over the screen, lest she see something she needs to change. I, of course, am too OCD to even try those methods. I have gone back and changed the voice to third person throughout. if nothing else, it's helped me stay consistent in my head...and that's where it counts. I find myself shutting off the TV ( SHOCKER!) and locking myself in the backroom (my room of scrapbooks, candles and things that make me happy) and sitting down and writing sentences and parts of sentences.
This idea of throwing you into the writing pool and demanding you sink or swim is a positively charged circus of writing frivolity that allows the impossible to take shape as the possible. Slowly ridding myself of the inner editor that sits with red pen in hand to circle my mistakes and correct spelling and grammitical errors is freeing. It's like taking the dictator away and allowing the country to run itself...for a time. Because the editor comes back in December and fixes the plot holes and the run on sentences.
For now, I bask in the freedom. I am setting my words free and asking them to come together as the nucleus for a story line! Ready, set, ......write.