Saturday, November 13, 2010

Much to my amazement: MISSION COMPLETE!

Once again, I participated in NaNoWriMo this year. Using the name Bor_the_Barbarian-Monk, I started a tale about demon-hunting cowboys...That swiftly went nowhere fast. I tried opening the story one way, saw that as uninspiring, and attempted another opening, only to find that equally as joyless. I explained my woes to Becky, and she suggested I go with the OTHER idea I'd had.

Rather than start a tale of science fiction or fantasy, this one was "literary fiction." Using main characters that resembled Becky and myself rather closely, I began a yarn about a couple that was nauseatingly in love who, but the graces of G-d, won $218,000,000 in the Powerball lottery. Their lives immediately take a turn for the better, as all the things they'd been delaying suddenly became financially possible overnight.

When you engage in NaNoWriMo, they give you a block of statistics, providing you update your novel information regularly. They suggest you average 1,667 words a day. I managed an average of 3,876 a day. Mind you, there were several days where I scribbled out over 4,000 words, and one where my total came to over 7,000. It was pretty intense.

But what would inspire me to write so much daily? I mean, I'm disabled, with my hands showing signs of rather extreme atrophy (according to my pain specialist). Well, my muse this time around turned out to be my sweet, beautiful Becky. I shared each chapter as it was completed, to which she often replied, "Write more! I wanna know what happens next!" Despite the fact that my fingers would tingle from having been working so much, I found myself utterly inspired to just keep going, and going, and going. Even when I was exhausted and craving sleep, if an idea was in my head, I had to stay away to get it all out of my head.

With her kicking me in the butt, and that deadline hanging over my head, I found myself writing more and more every day, without ever truly knowing what direction the story would take on a daily basis. I managed to run the gamut of emotions, making the story funny, touching, enraging, and sad at different points of the telling. And my greatest kick was sending Becky the results of my day's worth of typing and listening to her react to the words I'd mustered.

This may sound cruel, but my favorite reactions from her were when she cried. These weren't tears of upset in any way. They were tears of joy and love. Like when I told of our self-written vows during our fictional wedding. Using the way we truly feel about one another, (and for the sake of this post, I'm changing the names to ours), it came out something like this:

"Rob," her vows began, "I didn't know what love truly was until you came into my life. Then, with patience, understanding, and humor, you taught me all about love. It's about unity. It's about caring. It's about communication. And so it is that I vow to give you my lips with which I can talk to you, my ears with which to listen, and my arms with which I can hold you. But most of all, I vow to give you my heart, which holds all of the traditional promises of loving, honoring, and obeying. I am yours forever, Rob."

Then it was my turn.

"Becky, I honestly thought this day would never come; that something would occur to keep me living a lonely existence for all eternity. On this day, you change my life forever, for I know that there will never be another to replace you. From this day forward, you have my heart, my mind, and my soul. I vow to do all in my power to keep out lives filled with love and laughter, and to honor and cherish you until my dying day."

Right around the time when I wrote this, I knew I wasn't really writing this for NaNoWriMo as much as I was writing it for Becky, and only Becky. It didn't matter if I completed the tale, so long as I did my best to do so for her.

Well, tonight was the night I finished. I went with a somewhat unexpected ending, but it carried a message that I deem both true and important: the greatest treasure anyone can ever find in the world is love. Money just makes a lot of things easier. But love is the greatest reason to live.

And with this much reported, I am now overly exhausted and really need to get my butt to bet. Perhaps I'll come back and say more...But for now, I'm simply pleased to announce that I managed to write a novel, completely dedicated to my beloved Becky, in 12 days. =)

1 comment:

"Blue" said...

Congratulations Bor! That was indeed quite a feat there!

I'm trying to participate in NaNoWriMo this year, as a rebel (I'm working on the stuff I worked in last year. Dwindling health = no chance to do something new if I want to finish that one someday), but I'm not doing so well at it :P