Yes, it’s November 1st.
It’s a little sad that the last post I wrote was at the end of last year’s NaNoWriMo.
Things have happened since that have swept my writing legs out from under me over and over again. That’s not an excuse – it just is what it is. Life has been hard. And it’s hard to do things you enjoy when you’re overwhelmed and so very, very sad. It’s not something I know how to express at the moment, so this post isn’t about feels…
It is about being determined to do better, picking myself up and soldiering on–which includes trying to get up early and writing before the kids get up.
Stacy is not a morning person. Life is full of hard things (getting up at 6 AM is one of them).
I’ve been dutifully planning my NaNoWriMo novel for the last month. I narrowed my many ideas down to two, and then eventually one. And then this last week, I felt like I was really stuck on my plot outline and it was boring and it was going to be terrible and gosh, what am I doing? I suck at this.
In short, I panicked.
In truth, I’m scared to write this story. Scared. To write a story.
It’s not horror, folks, it’s science fiction.
This is the first time I’ve felt truly intimidated by a writing project. Maybe because I like the idea so much and I just don’t want to screw it up.
I decided to go ahead with it anyway, and you know what? My first scene turned out pretty good.
So take that, scary idea.
And happy NaNoWriMo to you all.