It’s the end of the second day of NaNoWriMo and I'm about 700 words behind my word count goal. I have made a couple of illuminating discoveries, though. It’s clear to me now just how much I restrict myself during the creative process in an attempt to do things “well.” Even having given myself permission to write badly, the only goal being put words on page, I have found that I stop and sputter and reconsider. I fight myself. This alone is great motivation for me to continue, to seek that place of abandon. The creative process must, as some point, be wild and untamed and it troubles me that I’ve moved so far away from that place.
One of my biggest deficits as a writer is my tendency to become obsessed with the inner workings of my characters’ emotions, thoughts and memories at the exclusion of plot. I often forget to have them do things or sometimes even verbally interact with one another.
Writing for NaNoWriMo, with the intention of working quickly, has forced me into a whole new arena where action is the thing. I have to make my characters do stuff and I don’t have time to consider or weigh their actions. This is good for me and surprisingly strange-feeling. I do love, when I relax and let myself enjoy it, the anticipation of truly not knowing what my characters are going to do and say next. I did no prep work for this so it’s just unfolding as I go.
Tracy just asked me, "What's your novel about?"
I have no idea.