Another jump into the suicidal oblivion of NaNoWriMo!
I’m excited. This year, it’s going to be a true challenge. Not just the writing part of it, which of course is a challenge in and of itself, but schedule wise, it’s probably the most inopportune time to try and write 50,000 words. But, I don’t care! This is my time to prove to myself that despite where I am in life, I can make this author career work.
So, as soon as I awoke today, (later than I’d scheduled, of course, because that’s just my luck), I gathered some food and a HUGE jug of water and have it spread around my work desk. Ha ha. I’m in between a writing challenge right now, I so have to hurry and get back. I’ve started my opening scene and two of my characters are from another story, so they’re really well developed already, and really strong. Meanwhile, my heroine, the new girl, is drowning a bit in their presense. So I have to go bulk her up.
I leave you with this thought (from my NaNo newsletter):
As the greatonce said, “Any writer who knows what he’s doing isn’t doing very much.” Most really good fiction is compelled into being. It comes from a kind of uncalculated innocence. You need not have your ending in mind before you commence. Indeed, you need not be certain of exactly what’s going to transpire on page 2. If you know the whole story in advance, your novel is probably dead before you begin it. Give it some room to breathe, to change direction, to surprise you. Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure.
Good luck NaNo-ers!