So I did it. I signed up to do this year’s NaNoWriMo. That doesn’t mean that I have signed my life away and committed myself to something I can’t get out of, but it does mean a step that makes it seem real.
I’ve spent most of this year re-writing my novel. Having done that, I’ve edited and will be continuing to work on it. But it’s in a good place and it seems like the perfect time to have a break from it. That’s why I’ve decided to start book two.
I want to continue Jake’s story, to watch him develop as a person, learning to accept who he is and what he can do. I also want to see where his relationship with Sophie takes him and how he will cope with massive fallout of what he learned about his parents at the end of book one. Yes, I’m not finished with him yet.
The idea for book two has already begun to take shape. In fact, I started writing it sometime ago, but didn’t get far. That’s why it feels the right time to revisit this idea and work on it. Next month’s challenge is as good an excuse as any.
National Novel Writing Month, though not for everyone, is a way of knuckling down and getting on with the writing. For that is the whole point – just write. Sometimes you can become bogged down with research, characterisation, plot, setting, you name it and it can slow things down. Of course, all these things need to be done in order to make your story the best it can be, but there’s time for that. Sometimes you just need to go for it and do the writing. See where it takes you and you might just surprise yourself.
No one comes out of November with a finished novel, not really. What you do get is a hell of a lot of writing done, whether you reach 50,000 words or not. That’s all I really want out of next month. It’s my kick up the bum to make a decent sized dent in the next chapter of Jake’s life. Some people have the discipline to write like a Nanoer possessed in their everyday writing lives, but not me. I have too many other things going on, distractions that take me away from the writing that I love the most. So I’m saying bugger off to all those other distractions, just for one month. It’s all I ask and I don’t think it’s too much of an ask, not really.
The house will be a mess, the kids might starve, no one will have any clean clothes and if they do, they will be creased and crumpled, I will probably have fingers permanently set like crab claws and mad back ache, but who cares? It’s all about the writing innit?
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