I have been super busy working on a new first draft for NaNoWriMo. This year has gone pretty well. I hit the 50,000 word mark in 18 days, which is the quickest I’ve ever crossed the winning line. I kept going and hit 60k today. I’m still writing because the story isn’t done yet. If I keep going at the current rate this will probably be my highest NaNo word count.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that I don’t really have a novel and that’s unlikely to change by the end of the month. What I have are a bunch of kind of connected scenes some of which probably deserve to stay in the novel. This one is going to take a lot of wrangling before I even have a coherent first draft.
But even that incoherent partial first draft is still good news because this is not the novel I thought I was writing and I think it might be a lot more interesting than the thing I was trying to write. Of course it could also be utter pants but it’s too early to tell.
And there are other bonuses to writing as part of NaNoWriMo. I got to go to some write-ins and met some people that I wouldn’t otherwise have met. They’re all lovely people and I’m glad I met them.
As I write this November is almost upon us. That means that for 30 days I shall be working on a new novel.
I don’t know how it’s going to go. I don’t know if I’ll be able to blog. I may not have the spoons left for it while creating something new. If I do blog it will most likely be a sign that things are either going very well or very badly. My posts are likely to be short, grammatically haphazard and full of swearing. This might well continue into December due to mental fatigue.
Wish me luck.
I’m running out of time to have some sort of coherent outline for this year’s NaNo novel. The thing is mutating fast. It’s gone from being set in the present to being set in 1985 to being set in 2015, 1985 and 1785 all at once.
Characters are changing. Some of them are turning into complete arseholes. Some are developing unexpectedly tragic backstories. Some are growing spines I did not expect them to have.
The story is getting dark and developing an unexpected theme. Of course that could all disappear once I start writing the thing. It could all just dissolve into a soup of nostalgia and jokes about the terrible hairstyles of the 1980s. It could also end up getting painfully personal for me. I really did not enjoy being a teenager and that’s bound to come out.
I should also really be finishing the current draft of an entirely different novel while I still can but I’m not sure I can write an epic 3 stage fight scene and a denouement in the remaining 3 days of October.
In November I write a novel. Well, I write a first draft of a novel. I’ve done it every November since 2004. It’s all because of NaNoWriMo.
If, for some reason, you don’t want to follow the link I shall explain. NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. It’s an annual event where writers get together to write a first draft of at least 50,000 words in 30 days. There are local groups. Meeting other writers is encouraged. It’s how I met a lot of my friends. It’s a lot of fun when it’s not driving us all crazy.
All this means that it is now time for the Annual October Panic. It’s a lot easier to write a novel in a month if you have some kind of plan. So I should be using this month for outlining. But I’m also trying to finish the current draft of a novel (the sexy super-spy one). And I don’t want to get too into the new novel because then I’ll be bored of it by the end of week one. But I do want to have most of the plot sorted before I start. But if I spend too much time on it I wont finish the spy novel.
This is all pretty normal for me in October. What’s new is that this year my NaNo novel will be young adult horror. And I feel completely unprepared. I’m not sure about writing YA. It’s been a while since I was a young adult and I don’t think my experience is going to be useful. I love horror but I haven’t written straight horror before. My plot requires subtle which is not a thing I do well.
So, my loyal readers, here’s where you can help. Do any of you have any tales of real life things that scared the living daylight out of you. They don’t have to be supernatural, just creepy or scary. Do you have any unusual fears that you’re willing to share? Any family superstitions that you’ve never heard of outside your family? Any advice on writing YA? Stick it in the comments, or you could tell me via Facebook or Twitter.