The whole NaNoWriMo thing is both exciting and scary, and for similar reasons to the things I spoke about yesterday. I have a lot of ideas attached to this story I’ll be writing, and I’m not sure if I’ve really explained what it is here.
Being on the edge of the next novel or novella, there are degrees of exhilaration manifesting as both doubt and keenness, though the amounts may never be equal. A fraction of it is the expectations, knowing that this next piece of work has the potential to steer all future writing.
Here’s one I’ve told many times before.
It probably gets old, but it’s always a first-time story for somebody. I’ve been writing for years, no, nothing published. For a long time, I didn’t even have anything FINISHED, at least nothing of any substantial length. I had one science fiction story I kept rewriting on paper, but don’t think I ever got around to typing it up.
One of the recurring lessons when it comes to writing, and the pursuit of that final draft that becomes something we’d be proud of having published, is that not all sentences start perfect.