It wasn't until we were in bed that I realised that I had not written a blog post yesterday. I felt fine. I wasn't sick and didn't have a serious emergency. I just plumb forgot! Did the world fall apart? Did the potholes of my life interrupt my ability to communicate? Did my social media … Continue reading Bumps in the road
But while I sat there, picking off grubs from the rich smelling mint, I 'watched' her from my main characters' point of view. Imagination is a wonderful thing. And being able to sit with this character and kind of 'method act' with her and think about the joint past they share, has also provided my main character with some insight into their relationship.
We all have the same fears I suppose, but maybe we deal with them in different ways and maybe some of us feel like we get a higher dosage than others of feeling like we can't cope.
The good news is that this morning I sat down and worked until I had tipped over the 8,000 word mark. This made me very happy and I now have 41,800 words to write. As tomorrow is the 8th, I now have 22 days in which to do this and if I can write 1900 words per day I will complete the challenge.
I think there could be a golden opportunity in allowing scenes to come to the surface when they want to. I have no idea if this is how other writers work, but it's working for me.
But this is life, isn't it? I am often intrigued by people who feel that they're not really living yet (and yes, I've actually been one of these people!) because the reality is that we are living. It may not look like our ideal version of what we want, but we are living regardless and every day spent waiting to live is a day tragically wasted.
Within 45 minutes I had my first scene - booyah! But oh, wait, here's a problem. It's now time to go to church, so up I hop, teeth, shoes, bag, and off I go. I felt really pumped about what I had written but something wasn't quite right. It was like the scene was missing that oomph that you usually experience in the first scene of a good book.
Reconciled will throw Hannah into a world she had no idea existed; a place where she will be forced to confront her family's past, present and future. From a collection of journals, old photos and a box full of messages left by Aunty Mak, the story of Hanna's mother's family unfolds and she discovers the reasons behind the disconnect that has plagued her mother's life.
Now here is the tricky question for the day: Do I share anything about my story while I am blogging or do I just blog about the process of getting through NaNoWriMo for the first time?
It's like I've just sent a message to the world that I am unavailable sometimes for anything other than what I believe to be the most important things: family (which, for me, is a given), and writing.