I finished my 50,000 words for National Novel Writing Month on Thursday night. I still had a few scenes to rough out to get to the end of the story but I finished that over the rest of the weekend.
I learned that if you just sit down and start, it’s not nearly as bad as you think. The hard part is starting – getting over the fear of trying something, and the fear that it won’t be nearly as good as you envision it in your mind. That fear can make cleaning the oven look good in comparision. But if it always stays in your mind, it will never become real. That’s true whether it’s writing or sculpture or jewelry or any creative endeaveor.
And making time when you don’t have much was difficult, but that’s true about anything.
I made my goal and I printed out the whole thing just so I could look at all the paper it took up
Actually, I’ll use it for editing later on but I want to go back and finish my other story first. In the meantime, I’m not even going to reread what I wrote.
I have no idea how good or bad it is at this point, but I’m not sure that matters. What matters is that I did it. And that seems to matter a great deal.