Glancing at the calendar hanging on the wall behind my laptop, I had an urgency hit me like none other. This day is the 26th of October. 26TH! (I so desperately wish there were capital formats of numbers as there are for letters.) The countdown for NaNoWriMo is less than a week.
All these "mini-projects" I promised myself I would get done...yeah, not even close. I'd say 10%.
YIKES! I know right.
I have made more progress than expected in some ways. I've briefly outlined small sections of my NaNoWriMo project. Being a pantser by nature it feels like a huge accomplishment when in reality it isn't even close to my goal. (Say it with me; over-ambitious.)
Now, off the rabbit trail.
Among my impending looming possible doom of NaNoWriMo, I've opened up to a family member about writing. More specifically accepting then embracing the fact I am a writer. This pivotal moment lead to some underlying disappointment about my first novel, my first love of writing.
(Hang in there I'm getting to my main theme.)
I have revised my first novel, which I believe is totally necessary. But it was how I revised it that is causing my grief. I've dreamed about my first novel turning into a trilogy. I have always wanted that for my character's story. However, while keeping in the "loop" of trending things in publishing I discovered the general audience didn't want to commit to such an undertaking of reading. With many big name series out there, the whole "series thing" was old news. What did I do you ask?
Crammed what is suppose to be a trilogy into one book. Escalating situations in certain chapters, skimping in others to allow it all to be accomplished within 100,000 words.
Cue the advice section, listen to your gut. I should have never condensed my novel. I see now it has strengthened my novel tremendously. But I got caught up in the moment of what some expert was saying I lost sight of my true intentions. Isn't that why any of us write? To show our true intentions.
I will revise yet again for the umpteen time then expand my novel into the original format to let somethings fester, simmer, and turn out amazing. All of this work will have to wait. NaNoWriMo is coming as sure as winter does in GOT. I want to be as ready for it as possible.
Please excuse me as I will be boarding myself away for NaNoWriMo, maybe I'll check in on all of you, maybe not. There are endless possibilities.