For the fifth year, I'm doing Nanowrimo. Fifty thousand words written in the month of November, that somehow hang together in an approximation of a plot.
A vague approximation.
It's been different for me every year. The first year it was about finding the discipline to simply sit down and write. Okay, that's true for every year. The first year is about proving you can find the discipline to sit there.
Year two was actually fun, because I knew I could do it, so the pressure was almost off. Year three, a little harder to motivate because I knew I had two crappy first draft novels sitting around, untouched, unedited.
Last year was the roughest. It was a tough year at work, my story idea was totally depressing, and I ground out the 50k in just a few marathon writing sessions. The magic never happened.
So why do it again this year?
This year is different because I've been warming up for six months
blogging here, as well as posting at Famecrawler (celebrity gossip, I'm
not there any more) over the summer. Also, ever since I escaped from
the Knickerbocker Bank I've been much happier. Things were ripe.
Plus, seriously, I really love to write, God help me. (Actually He won't if He reads the bad things I'm writing about Him in this novel. Eeesh, I don't mean to blaspheme, but it's happening.)
Of course, after the first couple of days, I hated what I was writing. Then it was just a boring chore. I was almost seven thousand words behind pace. Dancing With The Stars was on.
But even when it's hard, this year I'm being smart enough to make myself squeeze out something almost every day. That's making a difference for me, in terms of getting to know the characters and giving them enough time to change their "minds" over and over.
Villians have become heroes, God is now totally evil, and I incorporated my sister's brilliant nail polish idea (pink beds, black tips) from her visit to SF before Halloween.
And the other night it turned into an interesting story and characters started to talk to each other instead of to me, and now I want to know what happens at the end. Yes, the magic arrived.
Just fifteen thousand words to go...