I’ve got 35,001 words of the 50,000 I need for the month for NaNoWriMo. I’m exactly on track right now to finish where I need to be.
I’m having the usual cyclical love-hate relationship with the book. It’s a first draft, and that’s what I try to keep reminding myself.
It’s ok if it’s complete dreck at this point, and the characters are talking heads without much personality in a few of the early scenes.
It’s ok if I stuck a Sphinx in there just because – I’m sure to figure out a way to tie it in later. Right?
And ok, maybe I don’t exactly know what’s going to happen next and my dirty dishes are calling me and they’re actually sounding better than sitting down at the laptop and trying to figure this story out…
But it’s a first draft and it’s NaNoWriMo, and I’m darn well going to finish one way or another. Even if I have to add a herd of rampaging fluffy kittens.
Which now that I think about it, could be quite fun. Maybe I should go back and work on that midgrade scifi I started, and they could be alien flesh-eating fluffy kittens, or maybe they’re robotic scouts– Which is just another instance of my brain trying to run away with any new shiny idea it comes across so it doesn’t have to face the difficult bits of the one I’m working on.
And then there are days, where I write a line or two that I think are great, and then I know that I will finish this thing, and I love my main character, and it all can be edited, and the final version will be much better than it is now.
And it’s all worth it. And that’s why this is the fourth year in a row that I’ve done NaNo.