Well, I wasn’t sure I was ready to start this novel. I wrote the short story, Biomalware, months ago and my writer’s group proclaimed it “the one.” They felt I should turn it into a novel. I thought about it for a while and decided they were right so I started mulling over how to do that. I got some character sheets, setting sheets and scene sheets from The Writer’s Craft web site and… they sat there. I made up my mind to start writing the novel as part of Camp NaNoWriMo in June, and I got about six hundred words, give or take. That was as far as I got. Don’t ask me why.
Then, recently, I had a dream. In my dream, I was sitting at a computer at work, doing something. I realized that if I just started writing the novel, it would come and it would sell. So, in my dream, I took out a tissue and blew my nose. Then I opened a blank document and wrote, “She took out a tissue and blew her nose.” (Thankfully, what I’m writing is not a chronicle of my life right now.)
When I woke up, I decided to start writing with Camp NaNoWriMo in August. “This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.” (Douglas Adams) I prepared a little bit but on August 1st, I opened up a blank document, brought over the first three sentences of what I had previously written and just started.
It was grueling at first. I didn’t feel inspired. I worried the whole venture would have to go this way, slogging my way through bit by bit. But then I reminded myself about what Chris Baty, the founder of NaNoWriMo, had said about how the novel takes on a life of it’s own. So I stuck with it hoping that, after a week, the novel would take off and things would get a bit easier.
I made it through day one, then day two. I tried to keep going over what I’d written so far and the story as I knew it so my mind would work on it when I had nothing else to think about. And a funny thing happened at the end of day two. I had more story to tell. I couldn’t go to sleep until I scribbled a few paragraphs down. Then I woke up this morning and my brain had more to say about it. Something is happening here, folks. I’m beginning to live in my story, and it feels wonderful.
(By the way, synchronicity is a strange thing. I just went to the NaNoWriMo web site to look for Chris Baty’s name because I couldn’t remember it and found there was a post Nano pep talk from Audrey Niffenegger that I had never read last year. Since I just started listening to Her Fearful Symmetry in the car last night, I read it. Quite nice. But I won’t tell you what it said because you should have signed up for NaNoWriMo last year so you could get the pep talk and read it for yourself!)
Anyway, looking forward to lunch so I can write some more. I’m hoping that one of these days my characters are going to surprise me and do something really interesting. If not, I’ll just have to add it in the re-write.