The novel I started for NaNoWriMo this year is one of the most adult pieces of fiction I’ve ever written, and though it does, that’s not intended as code for ‘contains sex’. But yes, it does.
When writing in a setting beyond personal experience, research and exploration can steal months or more. Whether it’s a real location or one that’s come from the imagination, there is always more that could be known.
There are phases that the process goes through. We have those days where our hands or fingers cannot keep to the same frenetic pace that our internal narrator wants to dictate with, and we rush through the scenes as quickly as we can, lest we lose that inspired spark.
A lot of writing, the physical act of writing anyway, is not really writing. Technically it is, but there’s often more time spent on rewriting, which is a special type of writing that’s meant for a specific purpose. So long as we’ve learned to let go of hang-ups with perfectionism, we’re aware that the bits we write down first are going to need fixing.
As an overall summary, NaNoWriMo was a very positive experience this year. I hit my target and still love my story, despite spending two months planning it before I got to November – which honestly made me fear burn-out. It was very busy socially; the highlights of the month always come down to the people I meet during November, and this year I met a lot of amazing people.