Yesterday was terrible – a day of distraction, procrastination and plot problems.
Today was much better. 2544 good words in the bag, and some really enjoyable scenes. One scene made me cry – I know, I know, I’m overtired!
One of today’s highlights was an unexpected motivational email from a friend, quoting this wonderful poem by TS Eliot about the act of ‘trying to learn to use words’. Great inspiration for the final push towards a possible NaNoWriMo win.
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years —
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres
Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate — but there is no competition —
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
Sublime, isn’t it? And that last line ‘For us, there is only the trying’ – that’s going to be my #NaNoWriMo motto!
Current wordcount in this ill-advised Raid on the Inarticulate: 46,202!