My knowledge of geography is improving greatly, but Alabama will always come to mind first as the band who sang that song about being in a hurry and not knowing why. I've been listening to it a lot (mostly in my head, given my low tolerance level for country music) over these last few days as I mull through my problem writing my November Novel. Really, it all comes down to the fact that I rush and rush until writing's no fun.
- I know you have to train your way into shape for a marathon when running. I failed to recognize the same idea when writing. Having not had the luxury of time to do creative, personal writing, for years, I thought Nanowrimo would be an excellent way to kick my butt into gear. Going from 0 to 50,000 words in 30 days would only prove how out of writing shape I am.
- My plan was to let November kick me into shape in a hard core, boot camp writing work out. Other than outlining the plot, I did no research, no intense planning. As a result, I didn't have a single name picked out. I hadn't done an ounce of research, despite the fact that I quickly realized how much research should have been done.
- I thought I was aware of how I should pace myself - 1500 to 2000 words a day. However, the last creative writing I did was playwriting. Prior to that, it was short fiction. The longest piece I had written was a screenplay during the Christmas break of Grade 12. I flew quickly through it, basing it on the exploits of my friends. To try to write my first novel during a competition didn't account for the fact that while I may have been able to pace my words, but that I also had to pace the plot line.
- I didn't have a back-up plan. I found myself hating my protagonist in the first chapter. The nature of NaNoWriMo focuses more quantity than quality, so re-writes and revisions should be kept to the minimum. I couldn't come up with an idea to restructure to add some more compassion but I also didn't have the time or desire to do so.