As the last hours tick away, I look forward to November with both excitement and trepidation. And a glass of not so great wine.
NaNoWriMo is a mixed bag of emotions for me. After finishing my first year, I had a five year span without completing a project. I had tried different projects, attempted the same project, etc. But I let life drag me away from what I loved to do, which was tell stories – even if it was only to myself.
In 2013, I had not planned on participating in NaNoWriMo, but some prodding from friends had me trying to come up with half an idea a day and a half before the event began. That turned into the first (quite horrible) draft of Twisted Magics. It was bad, but I loved it and from it’s ashes, I rewrote it into it’s more current form the following year.
Seriously, it was so bad, I used it as a rough outline and cut out a ton of stuff. I finished my 50K words, but it wasn’t worth keeping as is.
This year, I’m attempting the next story in the series and I have a bit more of a plan going into NaNoWriMo. I’ve been mentally preparing for this book for months. Trying to iron out plot issues early on. Jotting down ideas that I wanted to incorporate. Running the story more or less through my head over and over.
Thankfully, I’m still not sick of it yet. Granted, I’m not sick of Twisted Magics yet either and I’ve been editing that quite a bit.
So I’ll finish this post up, try to finish this glass of wine that I’m liking less and less, and maybe play FFXIV for a bit before trying to get some sleep so I can get an early start tomorrow. Thought about trying to rewrite a short side story that I’ve kept out of Twisted Magics, but I think I’ll save it along with the other short story for December when I’ll need a break from this new book.