I just stumbled across the NaNoWriMo thread on this website. My Inner Editor is still laughing, albeit in that sinister, Ming the Merciless sort of way. She knows I am completely in thrall to her, and I will always do her bidding, no matter what.
But I must admit, doing an end run around the old IE and spewing forth prose-and plenty of it-directly from the id is awfully appealing. I pine for that kind of spontaneity! Somewhere in the store of writerly tips squirrelled away in the olde curiosity shop that is my brain, I once accumulated the advice to write a thousand words every day. Maybe it was a reference to the famous work habits of Anthony Trollope, or a prompt picked up from an article in a writing magazine. The idea was, even if a lot of what you wrote was dreck, something great was bound to emerge eventually in the sheer volume of verbiage.
Anyway, I was all afire to try it out. I started getting up at 6 in the morning (no small commitment in the middle of winter, when it's pitch-dark and freezing), so I could get in my thousand words before the rest of my "real" day started. But while I dutifully churned out my thousand words of dreck every day, greatness remained elusive. In my haste to meet the word count, I never dared stop to consider where it was all going. So when I hit a road block in terms of plot, I found myself filling in with a bunch of boring minutiae on some extraneous detail or other, of no interest to anyone, inclding me. After awhile I had to switch to a different project, one that seemed more vital, although the thousand-words-of-dreck theory soon took care of that. I finally had to give up the whole idea, lest this helpful tip run amok like a virus through all my ideas, leeching the life out of them.
Still, I love the idea of cranking out a first draft in a fever of reckless abandon, even if it doesn't work for me. To all the intrepid Wrimos out there, rock (I mean write) on!