I’ve decided to put aside my fears and doubts once again and rise to the challenge of NaNoWriMo.
Last year I got through 15,000 words before M’s former teacher Mrs. P died and the wind was taken right out of my sails. My novel last year was about my life in the crime lab. It wasn’t a good novel. It was 29 pages of self-indulgent semi-autobiographical crap…but that’s beside the point. It was kind of fun while it lasted. For a while, I felt like I was a WRITER.
This year is going to be better. Much, much more indulgent and much more fun for me. There is a romantic element to it, yet more important than the actual romance between the two broken souls that found each other, is the journey to SELF the two characters embark on. I’m not even sure at this point if there will be a happy ending, but there will be a few definite life-changing self-discoveries for them both.
If you’ve ever read anything of Paulo Coelho’s work, I’m kind of leaning towards the vibe I get from reading his works.
It’s going to be definitely a pleasure to do, I think.
Oh, yeah, I’ve gotten through the first 1700 words in about 3 hours. And its not too bad. I only have to maintain 1667 words a day to keep up. I will write more than the minimum a day to make sure I have enough time to finish and submit it to NaNo’s word count.
I WILL finish it this year.