We are officially one week into NaNoWriMo, and I have already neglected everything in my life including laundry and shaving my legs, so we’re right on track.
I’m working on a romance novel, something I’ve written before but I am attempting to pull off a deep POV, semi-believable romance between two unlikely candidates: an ex-drug addict and a demon.
I tell you, these dudes have beautiful backstories. I can write them alone for hours. Get them in a room together, though, and they just sort of stare at each other, waiting for someone to tell them what they’re doing there. As always when I try something out of my comfort zone, I have a newfound respect for authors of deep POV romance. It’s frigging hard!
I’m ready to write this morning, ensconced at my dining room table with coffee and a laptop. Week two is ever the difficult week of NaNoWriMo, no matter the word count going in, things seem to slow to a crawl this week.
I’ve got things for the blog: A guest post, some Can’t Talk, Reading of my own, and more information on my upcoming release, New to This. In the meantime, enjoy the NaNoWriMo Blog Chain–lots of us crazy people out there!
I suspect my brain has been trained, now, to develop story ideas right around this time of year. I thank the discipline of NaNo for that. I’ve been trying to come up with a couple short stories in the mean time, but the brain keeps returning to the new novel, so I’m just going to let it. I’m working on plot structure and how to really get deep in a POV with characters this time around. I’ve been a dedicated world builder, now I want to focus my attention on the people, really get to know them.
Also, it’s a m/m erotic paranormal romance, so that should be fun I think.
This year my local group is full of people I don’t know well, and the people I used to write with every year have nearly all moved on to other things. I suspect I’ll be relying heavily on the online community and the truly awesome people of the NaNo Blog Chain to keep me motivated.
I’m still excited though! This is my favorite time of year
*Fable is a great series of games, from which I cribbed that title. You should play them, they’re super fun.
I had another idea. A much bigger idea. An idea that has morphed into what might be a love story between a crossroads demon and a tattoo artist/recovering addict. A person I created as a one off, a sweet character in a tiny story, sort of grew into a whole person with a backstory and a future that might just end in a happily ever after. Or maybe burning in hellfire. It could go either way at this point.
What amazes me is how much storytelling is a muscle. For me, it isn’t a magical delivery service from storyland. It’s work, I have to exercise to make it happen. But if I do, things happen. Stories appear out of nowhere in my head. *
That’s kind of cool.
*less, of course, that swamp of sorrows between 25 and 35k. I never get that. That’s always work.