For a brief, shining moment, I won.
Not winning NaNo; I’ve already done that. When I hit 100,000 words, which I’m aiming to do at the 8-Hour Marathon Write-In on Saturday, and win for a second time – no, that’s not what I’m talking about.
Tonight I was writing a scene that really sucked. It was a classic mushy middle mudpuddle. Why was I writing a scene I know sucks, you ask? Dude: it’s NaNo. My Inner Editor is locked in a very deep, dark closet, exactly where she’s supposed to be. I am barfing out a book and smiling blissfully the whole while like a newborn at a 3am feeding. Stop being all judgey, because I sure as hell am not.
But then it happened. Out of nowehere, I saw a reason for the stupid scene. The boy who’s a real jerkwad was going to ask out my MC even though he’d ignored her last week when his girlfriend had shown up, and the MC’s best friend who secretly has a crush on her saw the whole thing and got totally mad, and —
BOOM! I had conflict! I had tension! I had tightened nipple clamps! No, wait. This is a YA novel. I most definitely didn’t have those. But I was so excited right in the middle of a word war that I threw my arms up straight in the air and held them there for several triumphant seconds…
Until half the room thought that the word war was over and I was proclaiming myself the winner. Oops.
Sorry folks, I was just writing. And winning.