It’s after 10pm, and I’m just catching my breath. My head has felt like it’s inhabited by a swarm of bees all day, because I’ve needed to write.
However, Dear Reader, I won’t be giving you my best. I don’t feel bad about it, because it’s for good reasons:
- I’m in the home stretch for this semester, so I have a final paper due in a few days
- I’m doing Movember and writing about it elsewhere,
And biggest of all,
- I’m doing NaNoWriMo
I tried to do NaNoWriMo back in 2011, but it just didn’t work. I took great notes about characters and locations and plot points and snippets of dialogue. When I sat down to write, it was stiff and clunky. I tried it again this past year with no progress, then my laptop died, and so on. It’s a book I think I might not have the skill/experience to write yet. It’s a book I envision myself reading more than writing.
So for this year, I’m working on a story that kind of just flowed out organically. It’s funny to me, and it seems stiff, and I’m writing too much of myself into the main character, but it’s a first draft, this is permissible as long as I get it on the page. I can make it readable and cohesive later.
Please follow along: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/ddguba/novels/siempre-gilbert