It’s the final week of Nanowrimo, and I’ve suddenly found enough steam to catch up to the recommended daily pace for the challenge.
I’ve written just over 38,000 words (38,149, to be exact), and the big 4-0 (000) is looming just within my reach. My son just took his bath and is putting on his PJ’s, and if I can get him to simmer down for a little over an hour I may just try to get there tonight.
After having written all that, hammering out the 10,000 additional words it will take to “win” at Nanowrimo feels like a piece of cake.
I’m not sure what’s brought on this sudden burst of energy, but I found that writing scenes out of order has helped break the monotony of going from one big “reveal” to another. I hope this doesn’t bite me in the butt, but I’m leaving the ‘boring’ parts aside for now, and pushing forward with those substantial moments I’ve planned out neatly in my mind.
For the record, I’m still not exactly crazy about what I’m writing. There are parts that are certainly well-written and entertaining, but for the most part it feels like I’ve put in way too much filler. The characters aren’t all that well-developed, and in my desperation to show my character’s evolution, I’ve resorted to scenes bordering on a ridiculous – conversations with Bruce Lee and the Dalai Lama about going with the flow, being present, and the secret to happiness.
If this sounds a lot like Eat, Pray, Love, I promise that is merely coincidental.
Pounding through this novel has taught me one thing. I’m really not meant to write fiction. And while the more I write, I clearer that becomes, I have to learn to reconcile what writing non-fiction means to my relationship with my loved ones, their right to privacy and my desire to tell my own story (which if I’m honest, is probably a lot more interesting than my twitty main character Mallory’s).
What I’ll do with this novel after I’ve finished it is a mystery to me. As kitschy as it is, I may just try to get it published, just to learn more about the process. I would hate to have written 50,000+ words just to hide them away from the world, and going through the effort may provide enough material for me to entertain you all here!
In the meantime, back I go to Mallory’s silly world – wish me luck wrapping this up without gagging too much.