It’s day nine of NaNoWriMo, and I have begun my novel. Yes, it’s true. I have finally devised a loosely formed plot, started a character list, and written around 2,000 words of the novel itself. November is National Novel Writing Month, and 12 days ago I impulsively joined nearly 300,000 other writers at www.NaNoWriMo.org who are also attempting to write 50,000 words in 30 days. NNWM provides pep talks, networking with fellow authors, and a pretty cool way to chart my progress. Though actually just beginning yesterday, I am averaging 225 words per day for NNWM. At this rate, my first draft will be done in June, 2014. Even at that, I am thrilled! I obviously want to up that daily average and rein in the projected finish date, but just to have a viable plot and few pages saved to the cloud is a success.
I’m writing a coming-of-age story set in 1946. And, so far, it’s pretty bad. In fact, I have found that it is possible to write and wince at the same time. But I am learning to resist the urge to analyze and re-write every other sentence as I go. (I can revise it in NaNoReWriMo. Just kidding.) But at least I’ve crossed the line from figurative to literal and from nebulous ideas and unending research to writing itself.
Hear me now, believe me later. I’m writing a book. I like that.
“I’m doing the work. I’m baby-stepping” ~Bill Murray, What About Bob?