It’s fast approaching. NaNoWriMo! (Find me here at nanowrimo and add me if you’d like.)
As I write this, the clock stands at 22 days, 12 hours, 40 minutes, and 38 seconds. That’s not a lot of time to finish my outline so I can write with literary abandon next month.
Don’t worry. I haven’t pulled out and installed my trusty PANIC button yet…
I did consult with my favorite writer and the result was–as usual, phenomenal. The story I will hack away at next month involves a complicated network of alternate reality beings. So basically, I have to come up with hierarchy and structure as well as figure out the dynamic between my heroine and my villain. In other words–research, people.
Lots and lots of research.
I’ve also embraced Scrivener. My story now lives in this neat little program, all organized and tidy. It’s a huge departure from the messy halls of my head.
I won’t lie–it took some hand holding to get me to trust it with my story. But I’m now a convert and there isn’t any looking back!
I’m not exactly how I’ll feel if I manage to pull this particular story out of my head and finish it at the end of next month. The only thing that keeps running through my head is a quote I once read by American author Truman Capote:
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
It seems a little extreme, but hey–what do I know?