This is horrible:
Like the thorns of a rose, there is beauty and there is pain; each is a part of the other.
Bah. I am descending into purple prose. I’m going to go lie down and read source material for a while in hopes of shaking it.
The other stuff I’ve written today is decent enough for a first draft, though, and I wrote five new pages in Chapter Eight. I’m at 22,003 words (a thousand words beyond where I need to be by the end of Friday, hurrah!), and that’s a good thing because once I settle down to read for inspiration I don’t think I’ll be coming back here to work before I go pick up the boy.
So, for the sake of record:
Total word count, ESTC: 22,003
Total words today: 1,365
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22,003 / 50,000
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It reminded me The Petals by Rumi:
Even when you tear its petals off one after another,
the rose keeps laughing and doesn’t bend in pain.
“Why should I be afflicted because of a thorn?
It is the thorn which taught me how to laugh.”
Whatever you lost through fate,
be certain that it saved you from pain.
A Sheikh was asked: “What is Sufism?”
He said: “To feel joy in the heart when sorrow appears.”
So I guess it served its purpose. Thanks.
Is Chapter 8 one of the “two final” chapters that you needed to start working on?
I leave you with this phrase of NaNo advice:
Don’t get it right, get it written.
Right is for the second draft.
*HUGS* Strength and courage, dear heart.
OYT
Jan: Chapter 8 is indeed one of the final two chapters I have to do something about in order to have a some kind of draft in every chapter. The other one is Chapter 9. (And of course Chapter 2, but that’s research-intensive and being saved for very last.)
Tal: Thus my focus on getting something down in every chapter before going any further.
Well done. Go and have a nice bath; you’ve earned it.
In that case ‘Yay’ for Chapter 8!