Hey, people. It’s been a week since I’ve been around Aardvarkian Tales. I apologise for my absence and neglecting my favourite blogs. I hope you all will understand. I was hoping to post an update earlier in the week, but if truth is told, once I’d finished writing for the day, the last thing I wanted to do was write some more.
I’ve been putting in some marathon sessions. When I got home from work last Sunday night/Monday morning, I wrote the first 2,000 words of my NaNoWriMo project, Bucktooth. Since then I’ve managed to write over 17,500 words in five days. Not a day has gone by when I haven’t written. In fact, last Wednesday evening, I wrote from 7pm until close to midnight and posted close to 4,000 words. My brain was fried afterwards. When I woke up the following day, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it anymore. It was too much effort, one half of me said. It’s a marathon not a sprint, the other half said. Take it easy, get rest – but finish the goddamn job.
These 17,500 words consist of three full chapters, with one nearing completion. I’ve followed the outline as close as I could but, as usual with any creative exercise, the artist/creator can sometimes lose the run of his or her creation. Tim Fanning, Bucktooth, has wrestled control from me a few times. Most of what he decides is good. He said he wanted his best friend to accompany him to Berlin, whereas in my original outline, I have him travelling solo. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was a good idea. It allows for banter along the journey, and it creates conflict and danger.
I haven’t at any stage read over what I’ve written, other than to check simple things like name spellings, character descriptions (although I have my outline for this purpose, like I said earlier, sometimes I digress from it) and continuity. It’s not that I’m afraid to (okay, I am) but I don’t wish to be distracted by the rawness of my prose, the overuse of certain phrases and the sheer illogic of some its sections. I know these kind of flaws can be fixed at a later time.
But one thing I do know: all going well, I will complete and win NaNoWriMo this time around. I will win it at a canter. I will have, by the end of the 30 days, more than 50,000 words written. According to my stats, if I keep going at my present rate, I will finish on Nov 15. I can and can’t see that happening…if that makes any sense. If I get there by then, brilliant. But I’ll keep going; I’ll keep going until I stop.
I’ve got something going on with Bucktooth. When its first draft is complete, I’ll redo the whole thing from start to finish. That’s how pleased with it I am. It’s nowhere near perfect now; it needs a lot of work. But I won’t start any revisions until the darn thing is finished.
I love writing now. I haven’t for a while. I allowed life and all its distractions take me away from the one thing I feel I was born to do. It took NaNoWriMo and the support of some pretty wonderful people to get me back to where I belong. I’m here…and I’m here to stay,