There was a time in my life when I would have brushed this idea aside and rushed forward anyway, forgetting about what everyone else needed from me, forgetting time itself and therefore the need to be organised, provide food, be a good mum, etc.
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.
I think the point for me is that there are times when my schedule needs to flex in order to recalibrate my body. If my body feels less than capable, it seems to have a direct correlation on my thinking skills which in turn impacts my ability to create amazing work.
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?