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It’s that time of year again. I will once again be participating in National Novel Writing Month. I had seriously planned on last year being my last NaNo, at least for a while. It can be inconvenient, as someone who writes (er, sort of) full-time, to juggle my schedule and planning around to leave November free to write another (no, god, another?) new long project. Also, my track record of actually revising my NaNovels into something usable is dismal. Like, make me fall asleep crying in despair, dismal.
On the other hand, I am
a) not doing anything better with my time except making a whole host of little plush jellyfish keychains (I’m thinking of selling them. Thoughts? Warnings? Suggestions for voluntary admission to psychiatric wards? All are welcome and probably needed.)
and b) still very much in love with the hectic enthusiasm of NaNoWriMo.
So I’m doing it again. Last year, when I did two novellas, I did have a better time of actually finishing the plots of the damned things. Hell, I’ve even been editing one. This time, I’m going for 60k of one short novel. Yes, it’s part of a series, or will be, because I haven’t been taken over by pod people yet. I’m still me, therefore, series. It might qualify as young adult, but that’s a bit of genre quibbling that I’m not going to worry about right now. I have multiple places I could put it and that’s good enough for me. Also, I’m back on fantasy because sometimes, what I really need are giant spiders and god-powered horseless carriages.
The novel currently has the unglamorous working title Gods & Butlers: Friends Divided: When a hard-luck teen runs away to become house god, the best friend trying to bring her home ends up with the wrong family and must bridge a feud to reach her.
…were the only things that had any hope of getting done, that’s what I’m doing. I keep running into walls, particularly with Incognito. Every time I do, I think, oh, well, I’ll work on something else for a while and let that one stew. Which is fine–I think the path of least resistance is an underrated option–but I got fed up with never finishing anything.
So now I’m editing one of last year’s NaNoWriMo stories. This is a little bit of avoidance, changing projects again, but I like revisions and I have a better track record for slowly plugging away with them than I do with first drafts.
Part of this is that I really, really want–NEED–to get something finished, edited, and self-published. I could really use even the most meager of income streams right now. Not just for the money itself, which I fully recognize is not going to be a life-altering amount any time soon. No, what I need is the psychological boost of accomplishing a goal and the sense of even a little security and self-sufficiency. I don’t have either at the moment.
That’s where I am and why it’s been quiet here (along with being seriously ill for a couple weeks). At some point, I’d like to write about Anime Expo, which I went to at the start of July. For now, uh, I’m just really grateful that I’m getting something done each day.
While I recover from an exciting bout of maybe-food-poisoning, I’m getting around to some overdue digital house cleaning. I’ve been away since, uh, November. Oops. So, to sum up: I won NaNoWriMo ahead of time, made it over 50k, and then stalled out; December happened, much as car accidents do; and the start of a new year has seen me tinkering with more physically creative projects (jewelry-making, anyone?) and wondering where the past two months went.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to get myself back into the right frame of mind to finish up Jackrabbit House. Even though it runs counter to my usual methods, I’m thinking I will reread what I have so far, not to edit, but to sink back into the world of the story. Meanwhile, I will repeat to myself the new mantra, “Writing is not just for November, damn it!”
Now I’ll go away and dream of the day when I can eat more than plain toast and tea.
I’ve gotten into something of a slump. I hit 50k for NaNoWriMo on the 19th; this was the first time I finished before the final day and I did it by a wide margin. But now I’m having trouble keeping up with my daily goals beyond that. The impending deadline doom has gone and I’m back to my usual feeling that as long as the book gets written eventually, it doesn’t matter if it’s not today.
The worst part is that I keep having ideas. New, shiny ideas that, while jotted down in my running file of new, shiny ideas, will not let go of my brain. And with my interest already flagging in JH, all I want to do is be finished so I can start planning those new stories. That and start reading fiction again. I’ve been on a book-buying spree and while part of it is the good holiday deals available, most of it is a way of coping with my serious withdrawal. I’m banned from reading fiction while actively writing anything more than a short story, on the grounds that it messes with my voice. But hells, I need to read.
Barring some friendly brownies finally taking up residence with me and writing the next three chapters, the only way to get to THE END and all the rewards and freedoms that come with it is to write to it one word at a time. Time to dig deep and find one more reservoir of stamina. Just 35 scenes left.