Oh. This writing a novel thing was my idea. I guess I'll go stand in front of the mirror and point a finger at myself then.
You might have already guessed that this year's NaNoWriMo adventure isn't going very well. I wouldn't even be updating about it right now except that it's ROW80 check-in day. The most frustrating part is that it's entirely my fault that things aren't going well.
I started my prep strongly in late September. I did lots of preliminary work for a couple of weeks, and then I got to the part where I was supposed to be doing in-depth outlining. And I stalled. And I stayed stalled for the rest of October. On top of that, I completely forgot my plan to do writing practice from prompts to get me back in the swing of doing creative fiction writing.
Now here I am at November 2. A bit over 500 words under my belt and feeling stiff and uninspired. And worse yet incapable. I haven't been writing fiction, or even random creative snippets, for a long time now, and yet I somehow expected myself to jump right into NaNo and start writing a novel.
So what to do? I can't exactly drop out of NaNo. I'm one of the municipal liaisons for my area. I also don't want to do what I've done in the past and write such crap that it really isn't fixable without completely rewriting it. What's the point in that?
I guess I'm going to spend some time over the next few days working with prompts but writing them using my current characters and settings. Then I can possibly fit those bits into the novel, at least, plus maybe I'll get my words warmed up so I can get on with the novel writing. I'm also going to keep working the system from Write Your Novel in 30 Days. According to their calendar, I'm not actually behind! I like that. I'll keep it.
I'm also going to do some reading. I've been busy the past six weeks or so and have read very little fiction. I miss it, and possibly more important right now, I think reading good stories will help me remember how to write them.
That's all I have to report. A slow start, a lot of whining, a vague plan that may or may not let me reach my goal and write 50,000 words in November and finish the novel by December 22. But a maybe is better than a no way, right?