I’ve actually been working on my novel. This will be a surprise to some. The fact that this could possibly be a surprise to people that read this blog that don’t know me is two-fold: a writer working on their novel shouldn’t be a surprise, and it being a potential surprise is in itself a possible surprise.
Following on from my recent post, I enacted the new approach, at least in terms of writing (though yes, I’m also addressing the game-related stuff in my own way, as described in the post). I started dabbling in a piece of fanfiction where I could switch my brain off and just write, which is perfect for something I’m passionate about but where I’m okay with things being off.
Over the weekend, yesterday, I was I was going through the process of teaching my son about comedy. He’s almost seven, so EVERYTHING is hilarious, and he’s also very keen to make jokes of his own.
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.
You might be like me, especially if you got here from one of my links to the post. You’re a writer, working on the draft of something, and potentially doing NaNoWriMo. If you’re on track, you’ve got at least thirty-thousand words already, and the big 50K is in sight. You have friends who want to read what you’re working on, and you’re seeing people already discussing their publishing plans.
I’ve been thinking a lot about places lately. The setting of the stories I write, stewing over the places I live, and picturing the details of the insane dreams I have. Some of it’s brought on by the restart of my NaNo novel – instead of starting in the thick of battle, I want to start in the thick of normal life.