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Last night was three hours of the most grueling, teeth nashing, word wrangling I've ever chewed my way through. I have exactly 318 words to show for it, not even close to the 1,667 I should have.
I'm sure it's just nerves --and the fact that I'm so freaking out of practice, but I just couldn't turn my inner editor off.
I'd write a sentence, think of a better way to say that and rewrite it. Reconsider what POV I'm using and do it over. Write another sentence, then rewrite them both. This shit went on for three freaking hours.
But there is some good news here too. I think the 318 words I ended up with, might actually be good.
Of course, there's always the chance that tonight I might tear into them all over again.
Anyway, since there are so few words to share. I'm not going to post them at the NANO site yet, but I will share them here. And NO...I'm not reading through it again first!
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NANO 2008
Working title – Wilding
Marty opened her clinched fist and stared at the wrinkled note with a look of disbelief. The elevator stopped and she wiped roughly at tears before stepping out into the brightly lit lobby.
"Damn!" She crumpled the pink paper into a small wad and threw it at a potted plant on her way out the door.
She paid no attention to the two men who talked and laughed as they pushed empty wheel chairs and lined them up inside the emergency entry foyer. Head down, she avoided shallow puddles in the pavement as she headed to the employee parking lot.
When she spotted her car, she started to run, soaking her clog covered socks. She rushed to open the door and dropped the keys in her haste. Cursing under her breath, she bent over to pick them up and her cell phone fell out of her smock pocket into a puddle at her feet. She picked it up and cussed some more, then opened the door and climbed behind the wheel.
After pounding the steering wheel a few times, she broke down into tears.
"Oh, God. How am I going to tell Chris?"
She locked the door and started the car.
As she fought her way through traffic she practiced what she would say when she got home.
"We'll be fine. It was a crappy job anyway. The hours sucked, the pay was terrible and.... And we needed every penny of it!"
"We could take in a border and start a dog walking business and...start selling off organs to the highest bidder."
"I could always get a job as a waitress again, deliver newspapers and start selling Avon."
"It'll be a fresh start, with both of us out of work.... Shit! What are we going to do?"
She took the next exit, found a Waffle House and pulled into the parking lot.
9:39 PM
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