So, Day Eleven of the notorious NaNoWriMo and how am I getting on?
Well, to be honest I’m flagging a bit. I’m getting to the stage where I’m doubting everything already written, and have become unsure of all my plans for the story yet to be recorded. I’m neglecting to bullet point each day’s writing so, despite knowing I am a planner, I’m slipping into pantster territory: where I am not known to thrive.
This is not, apparently, an unusual feeling at this stage of the write-a-thon. Knowing others are struggling through is reassuring, but when it’s almost bed time and I still need to get 1,000 words written it doesn’t necessarily help me on the page. I’m a plucky little writer though, and I’m determined to push through. I may not always be on target, but I’m trying…and isn’t that the whole point?
I recently passed the 17k mark, and that is AMAZING for me, especially in ten days or so. I hven’t written that much in…actually, I don’t think I’ve ever written that much on one particular strand of fiction. This is what it is all about, and I’m glad I’m taking part – even if the novelty has worn off a little. To be fair, this is what writing actually is: not an entertaining game or romantic vision, it’s hard graft and ploughing on regardless even when you don’t really feel like it. That’s what I’m learning, and what’s more I’m realising that perhaps I could learn to love that part of it too…