Oh, how I wish I was as excited about writing my NaNoWriMo novel as I am about every new blog post I write.
I have my characters. I have my plot. I have my story arc (I think). So what’s the problem?
The problem is that I just don’t want to write this damn book. OK, so don’t write it, you say. Write a different book. Don’t write this novel that takes five of the people you’ve known in your life who are all now dead, shake them up with real situations from your own life, and pour it into a dramatic tragedy that just never quits rolling.
Yes, it’s going to be a great book. From moment one, dramatic scene after dramatic scene. Emotion. Action. Mystery. Tragedy. Triumph over evil.
So what’s the problem?
Me. I’m the problem. The content of this book comes right out of my guts. I’ve tried to write it before, and got pretty far along before I had to quit because my hands were shaking too hard to type.
I’m thinking I might use a dictation program this time. I know that my “story voice” is very different when spoken than when written, but I’ve never tried it out on a long piece of fiction, so this might give me an opportunity. And maybe it will give me that one degree of separation from the subject matter that will allow me to tell the story without freaking out in the middle of it.
Last year’s NaNoWriMo, I wrote something completely different, after trying to write this story the first two times. Yes, I made it to 50,000 words, but that only got me my plot, character development, and story arc. It’s going to take 80,000 words to tell this story right, I think.
I’d love to write it as a serial here, but I think that might be a problem for prospective publishers.
Ah well. I guess I’d better start if I want to cross the finish line for the 4th year in a row. Wish me luck.