Writing a novel in a month seemed like a great goal. But after week one--- it is beginning to feel like running a marathon and I am not sure I have what it takes to finish. I get up early and make a cup of tea and then write and try to get the all words in that I hoped to, and then stumble to work feeling a little shell shocked, then home to bed and up to do it again.
I have forgotten the names of my characters and whether or not I am writing real-life or reciting a dream. I have no idea how old my characters are or what year it is. At one time I did but I forgot. I realize that there is more to the story than who and what... but the when-s and the why-s and the where-s and the how-s have to get in there, too. If my story is in the 40s or 50s I cannot use names like Jessica or Stephanie or Joshua. In other words, it is way more complicated than I thought.
People think I have done well because my word count is high so far. But it is only because I am terrified of running out of story with many more words to go before I can be really done. It is about pacing yourself and being familiar with the route. Neither of which I have a handle on.
So... I am in there but hanging on barely. I could use some refreshing ideas and some excitement but instead will just keep plugging away. DKU
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