I’m the baker in the family. This Thanksgiving I decided to step away from the traditional pumpkin or pecan pie and bake a chocolate pie. I never used this particular recipe, but I followed it to a tee.
After dinner, everyone was ready for dessert so I cut the pie. When my father asked for a straw and called it “The Straw Pie”, since he needed a straw to eat it, I knew something wasn’t right. When I looked at the pie after the first cut, the middle had turned into a brown puddle, it reminded me of my NaNoWriMo project this year.
In order to meet the NaNo challenge on time, I had to write like a maniac after work and on the weekends. The only way I could meet my daily word count was to avoid the red, green and blue squiggles underneath my fragmented sentences, incorrect word usage and spelling errors and just keep writing. That’s exactly what I did for twenty seven days straight.
The result was a rough draft to a novel whose ending I need to write. Scenes I have to rewrite, as well as removing copious identifiers and voluminous informative dialogue. However, before I begin, I will read the entire draft knowing this mess will give me as big of a laugh as my now famous, “Straw Pie”.