Today is day six of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. There are no prizes, and it’s not necessarily a contest; it’s to give people motivation to write a novel. According to NaNoWriMo.org, writing a book is a “one day” event, as in, “One day I’d write a novel.” NaNoWriMo gives people a chance to shelve their excuses and hammer out 50,000 words.
I’m participating in this year’s NaNoWriMo. So far, I’ve written 6,158 words. It’s exciting and tedious, but I love this competition. Previously I debated whether to get involved. I figured my energy would be better spent working on manuscripts for novels already written. I have resolved to revising those manuscripts. But I want to get in on the NaNoWriMo fun. After all, it’s only once a year. The best thing about NaNoWriMo is the camaraderie among perfect strangers over a common goal. Even though my home region is Orlando, FL, this is an international event. It also helps that I outlined the novel and my characters.
What’s my novel about? Well, this is the summary I wrote on my NaNoWriMo profile: “After her death, a woman meets a group of deceased mothers in the afterlife, who are grieving for their children and express regret for their motherhood mistakes.”
So I am three days into my non-writing binge. The craving has started. I loved the first seventy-two hours or so, but it’s starting to feel like enough is enough.
I got my first reviews back from readers on fictionpress–blogged about them on my own blog, so I won’t repeat that here–and my first beta reader comments last night and this morning. I spent a few hours reading the manuscript yesterday–something I promised myself I wouldn’t do, but did anyway. And now… I want to tweak. Just a little. Just a bit here and there, a repetition, a typo, a clunky sentence. And I want to write something else. I’m busy for the next couple of days–there will be no writing time–but my thoughts keep turning to stories.
I loved my main character by the end of the book. She was often a pain-in-the-ass along the way. In fact, always…
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