I dare say I’ve been struck.
No, not STUCK. STRUCK! (That’s the good one.)
I know you all love so much reading about my writing experience, but self-reflection and introspective analysis was part of this bargain after all. Besides, years from now when I try this damn, crazy book-in-a-month effort again (because despite my personal pledge to write more often I’m not doing NaNoWriMo every year, that’s for sure) I want a record of how much work it actually was to remind me why this is a rare occurrence.
But yes. I’ve been struck. I set off writing with a vague idea, a catalyst for storytelling, a few characters, and a sort-of, kinda, hazy-ish end-point in mind… and I’m sitting here with two stuffed to the brim notebooks packed with hand scribbled pages and the starting of a story that (a) is turning out more cohesive than I originally imagined, (b) is going to be longer than I originally planned and (c) I think I actually like and am excited to see how all the interconnected pieces can finally weave back together.
It’s rough. It switches style and perspective about forty pages into the draft I have written so far, so a lot of rewriting on the front end is going to be required. And I’ve decided I don’t like my title anymore. But the guts and flow of it — I’m going to (in honest modestly) say it’s coming out as some of the best damn shit I’ve ever put on paper. Not saying much, I know… but it’s got me glowing and excited to share it soon.
That doesn’t mean you get to read something on December first.
Oh, man… hardly.
Like I said, I think this is going to go on for at least another couple of notebooks. So my push to hit fifty-thousand words as a NaNoWriMo goal is going to drive until I hit the end of that, probably in about eight to ten days. Then, to keep the momentum going, I’m going to switch into my Daily Writing Mode: Ready Writer One, and set a goal of my one-and-a-half to two pages per day… probably more as I’m inspired, but it might also be worth considering that the slower I write as the book tapers to the end, the more time I have to consider how the pieces fit together. My goal is to write until it’s done. Which may take another couple months, but that’s okay. I’ll have a solid front end and some momentum to carry me.
Then, the goal towards a second draft goes forward. That means typing. Yeah, I hand-wrote this darn thing so I’ve got a whole lotta typing to do. And as I type I know I’ve already got some editing. Some patchwork. And there is a lot of fleshing out in the first fifty or sixty pages that didn’t happen because I was pushing story over detail, so that’s going to be another few thousand words of writing that need to be done in the middle of it all.
The result of that will be a second draft. Lightly edited. But… and here’s the kicker… I’m going to serialize that: I’m going to put it up on the blog, in about twenty-five hundred word chunks (because as of right now there’s not really any chapters) every few days. You can do the math: if I start that in, say, February or March, it’s going to be Summer before you read the whole thing. So, you can munch on it bite-sized or you can read along once it’s all live… or just ignore it, too… that’s an option. But I’m hoping I can at least enlist a few people to read and give me feedback.
From there… well, it depends on a lot of things, and more than I dare to promise with a mere front of end of a novel sitting on my desk composed of nothing more than virtually illegible scribbles. But I’ve written enough to be optimistic. I can see an end, and it’s pretty good.
So, that’s the plan… now back to those illegible scribbles.