Sunday, November 15, 2009

Finish the game

'It ain't easy what we do. But gettin' to the end of the trail...'

Two more weeks of Nano and I almost took a break to reassess. Two things happened. A friend gave me the 'boot' saying 'isn't that what Nano is about? Finish it then worry about the rest.'

Good advice and watching Peyton Manning bring the Colts come from behind (AGAIN) on Sunday Night Football brought fresh confirmation.

Second and goal with a minute thirteen seconds on the clock and barely a foot to get into the end zone and win the game, one of the commentators said, "they better worry about having too much left on the clock when they make this touchdown." I screamed, 'Win the game.' You don't know what might happen if you fool around and run a time consuming play before you go in, you might lose the football worrying about what happens after.

Win the game. Finish Nano, otherwise - Life Interrrruptus - and there you are, you haven't won Nano, and you haven't got a completed manuscript to revise or pitch.

Nano, Nano


Leah Braemel said...

Although I'm almost to 30K on my NaNo project, I know the story will have to be about 70K instead of 50K, which means I'm 1/3 the way in. Which is typically the time when things start to stall. Time to start concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and making sure I stay on the straight and narrow, and all those other cliches that are so applicable to finishing NaNo.

Anonymous said...

I have no idea where I'll be at the end of Nano, but maybe I'll have a clearer idea where the end of the first book needs to be so I can start working on my blurb for Nola.

Good luck this week.

Michael Malone said...

love the idea of cowboys herding cats. good to see you on the straight and nano.

Bill Kirton said...

I must say I rather like the idea of watching one of these games with you and taking inordinate pleasure in being terribly British and telling you to "calm down" because "it's only a game". But my mtoive would be pure malice because I know that I'll be sitting alone this week watching a midweek soccer game on my own (my wife will be elsewhere watching CSI or something) and I'll be behaving like a total idiot, shouting such gems as "In your face, Drogba" or leaping from my chair, punching the air and saying "Yessssss" in that special obnoxious triumphalist way reserved for those who equate sport with life and death.

Anonymous said...

Egggzactly, Bill. And it's not as much fun watching it by yourself but you can act a pretty big fool..