The last few months, I’ve been wondering about my novel. I started this blog to help me with it, but then I actually got caught up in flash fiction and posting and doing the blog thing and it pretty much fell by the way-side. I think it really started to intimidate me, this whole idea of writing a novel. I know what happens in the process of flash fiction, and just the thought of doing that for fifty to ninety thousand words really scared the hell out of me. Not only that, I kept telling myself I needed more time, more experience, more something before I could jump in. As we all know, those are all just excuses.
I kept hearing about NaNoWriMo, but I wasn’t necessarily interested. I had a conversation with my boyfriend about a week ago and he told me, as he’s continued to tell me through the past months, that I just need to do it. I’m there, I’m ready and I just need to sit down and write it. I just smiled and said thank you and told myself that he might think I’m ready, but he didn’t really understand.
On Wednesday, he forwarded me an article about NaNoWriMo and I made the decision on the spot to participate. After all, what the hell am I waiting for? There isn’t some magical formula for Now I’m Ready To Write a Novel. At least, I’m pretty sure there isn’t. You either just jump in and do it, or you continue to be that person who has an idea and wait for an ideal opportunity that will never come.
So far, I have surprised myself, but I’m more worried about the weekdays when life actually happens – work and trying to fit in running and yoga and time with the kids and the boyfriend and managing to write over 1,600 words a day.
I’m also worried that I’m not entirely sure I know the direction of the story or how to write all the spaces in between the major points I know (and when I say I know, I don’t actually because it keeps changing, like the more I think about it, the more the ideas flow and right now I’m feeling somewhat overwhelmed). But, I’m going to keep at it because as I’ve heard so many times from so many different sources, if it isn’t written down, it isn’t actually anything.
I have no idea if I’m making any sense. I didn’t sleep a whole lot last night and my mind feels foggy and my eyes are gritty.
Anyway, my whole point of this post was to put it out there, officially declare that I’m doing it! I’m writing a novel, at least, I’m writing words every day. Whether or not it will be anything at the end remains to be seen. My official word count for the first two days is 3,616. I don’t think that’s too shabby at all!
Happy writing everyone!