It has been a very long time since I got excited about writing fiction. For a while it became like such a chore and just the thought of it made me anxious. I have had no desire to write for more than a year now.
Then I started playing with the idea of doing National Novel Writing Month.
Am I crazy?
I had not even written a single word in forever and now I’m signing up to write an entire novel in one month?
Yes, clearly I’m nuts. But I had this story tugging at my heart, my fingers were aching to type and tell the story. So I decided, why not? I have a peaceful corner in my house that I created, dedicated for writing and reading. Might as well put it to use.
I have had this hate and love relationship with writing the past year. I have been doubting myself and my talent, thinking that maybe I’m just not cut out to be a real “writer.” Maybe people just don’t want to tell me the truth, you know? But every time I doubt myself, someone somehow ends up encouraging me or praising me for something I wrote that they recently read.
Okay. Maybe I’m not so bad after all. I decided to go for it.
Write, Deb. You were born to tell stories!
Now that it is November 4th, how am I really doing with #nanowrimo? It started off a bit rocky. Matter of fact, I did not start writing until day three (yesterday). I finally sat down to WRITE, and boy, did I write. It was as if all I needed was to sit down and just write. Words, characters, and ideas just came flying out. I couldn’t stop. I was excited and thinking non stop about the book and the characters. I still am.
I am writing an entire novel in one month.
no more excuses.
but really, my excuse was that I’ve been too busy reading instead. And at first, I started with a story that just wasn’t it. It felt like I was forcing it. It wasn’t the story I should write.
my heart wanted to tell a different story.
so here I am, writing.
let’s hit those 3k words. Daily.