I want to conquer Nano. I really do. This insane writer's journey that forces you to attempt 50,000 words of a novel in a solid month. I've tried before with infants, sick parents, school, work issues, and this year, with majority of problems subsided, was going to strike out with a clear head. The most I've done so far is a 20,000 word story still setting there.
It was more than All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play make Jacks a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Then I got my dream job. I start tomorrow. I couldn't be happier, but being the Introspective Type A personality I am, Nano is in the background whipping at my sanity.
I have a great story, freaking epic in scope, that's been in my mind for several years. A dark fantasy novel about a child born half demon, taken by a church, and turned into their super weapon. I have charts, plot, characters, magic systems, world building ready to go . . . but I got the call and I start tomorrow.
I started Nano today, did a little more than 1500 words, feel good about the project and now wonder what the final outcome will be. I'm going to try, but there are some very important things for me to focus on . . . but isn't there always? As writers aren't we supposed to overcome?
