Taking an extended break from the “Warning Signs” narrative to embark on a far more ambitious project.
Tomorrow is the start of National Novel Writing Month, and over the course of November I’ll be writing the second draft of the novel I’ve been developing over the past several years. It won’t be completed — my plan is to revise the first four chapters, which if all goes as planned should get me over the 50K word goal suggested by NaNoWriMo — and as I have nine chapters planned for the novel, I’ll also be about half-way to my personal goal.
For those of you who follow my blog regularly, this coming month will be a little different. I’ll still post daily, but most will be significantly longer than my usual 200 to 400 words. Fifty thousand words over thirty days averages out to almost 1700 daily; there will be days when my word count will reach three, even four thousand. That’s a lot to read at one sitting, and if you decide there’s better things you should be doing, I’ll certainly understand. I just hope you decide to come back on December 1.
It’s a time of nervous excitement for me. I’m not certain that I’m ready, but am certain there will never be a time when I’ll feel ready. And to a certain extent, I don’t care if I’m disappointed in the end result — I just want to know what it feels like to have finished. Climbing this mountain will cause me a lot of discomfort, and I know I won’t ascend as quickly or gracefully as I’d like; breathing the thin cool air at the summit will make the effort worthwhile.