It’s hard to believe that for some time I fell behind schedule with my novel. Part of me was considering jacking it in, as I had absolutely lost faith. For the last 15-20k I have been feeling like it was impossible, that my story would never stretch. Today I have stopped on 38k, confidence that my 2k a day system will finally catch me back up. Today was my fastest yet. I can finally see the finish line and my compulsive nature is now in fifth gear. I don’t want to go to work, I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to eat, I just want to write. I have to force myself to break my cycle. I love this feeling. And it only gets stronger between now and the end of a project.
One thing which I have enjoyed is watching the story evolve. At the beginning I had a clear plan on the subjects I wanted to touch on, but no plan of how to approach them. The fact that you have only 30 days to complete the story means that you cannot stop when your plot hits a pothole. Whereas with my first novel I would take a few days off to get some distance from the story to think about how to get around a ‘plothole’, now I just have to push on. It’s hard sometimes, however I am enjoying the fact that it feels like a somewhat more natural evolution. Whether I will feel that way when I read the entire project I don’t know.
Initially I wanted to write a slightly fun novel about a man, religion and ninjas. The plot does contain elements of all three, however somethings have taken back seat, whilst others have emerged. Now I feel as if the story is more focused on the powers of grief, belief and human nature. With some religious commentary, and a ninja. I have started to read the first part of the novel and have been pleasantly surprised so far.
In the meantime I still have submitted my first novel to my next target as my attention is completely fixated on my NaNoWriMo project. I will try to find time, alas I can’t see it happening before I write my 50,000th word. In the meantime I will try to post something on Sunday about being old and miserable.