I haven’t had the chance to post an update for the past few days. Today is NaNoWriMo’s 2013 writing marathon. I had every intention of taking part, especially as I’ve had an unproductive few days (in terms of word count). I even had my twitter page open and to the ready, but I got so lost in the actual writing I didn’t have chance to even take a peek.
I’ve donated already, so I don’t feel too guilty about not taking part in the fund-raising activities. There were some interesting challenges, from what I hear, and some great prizes. I hope they achieve the fund raising goal, because the cause is a good one. Nanowrimo isn’t just a fun way for us writer’s to get our kicks. It’s about giving back, and doing something important; having strength in words has a whole new meaning.
It’s been a mixed bag for me today. When I allowed myself to let go, I wrote a few thousand words. When the doubts began to creep in; the unoriginal terminology, the complexities within my plot, I was sorely tempted to go back and fix those cracks starting to appear.
I resisted and carried on. I even tried creating a visual representation to help me focus, but that took hours and wasted far too much time. I won’t even get started on the other ways I took procrastination to a whole new level!
At least I feel like I achieved something. Things are a little clearer, and although I only managed a word count of two thousand four hundred words (or so), I no longer feel like starting from scratch!
It doesn’t stop me from wishing I’d chosen an easier project. I’ve published novels which are the beginnings of a series; well established characters and a direction I’m comfortable with. Why didn’t I start there?
The idea of Worlds Apart has been in my head for so long, I think I jumped at the chance to get it down on paper. If I hadn’t chosen it for nanowrimo it could have been years until I found the opportunity. I have a novel waiting to be edited, two in line to be written and a dozen ideas for more. That’s nothing new for a writer. But it’s safe to say, there were smarter ways to approach this.
We live and learn. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and pull something out of the bag. It doesn’t really matter because, despite everything I’ve said, I had fun today! Even when I’m tearing my hair out, questioning my sanity or cursing the gods of literature, I’m writing.
So, although it’s late, I still have enough enthusiasm in me to dig a little deeper.
Until next time