I came back from my weekend on Whidbey Island and I wrote nothing on my novel. I holed up in solitude specifically to write.
Instead, in the last week I’ve written a grand total of 10,000 words. None of it was for my novel. I procrastinated.
I said that I was getting more into writing my novel by hand, but instead of focusing on my novel, my brain started generating new ideas. Instead of rerouting myself to what needed to be done, I let myself be swept away by my whims.
I was astonished to see something like a sci-fi novel begin to emerge. I’ve started building an intricate world and complex character for a genre I never intended to write in. Clearly, writing longhand is accessing a completely different part of my brain. It’s not that I don’t like sci-fi, it’s just that the thought of writing it terrifies me. That is a tough crowd to cater to.
I’m still writing, so not all is lost. But, I’ve got this beautiful cover now, and I’m hoping it will motivate me to finish the second draft of my novel in less than four weeks. I am just realizing this as I type.
I’m in a bit of a panic. I’m supposed to be writing the second book in my series in November for National Novel Writing Month. At this rate, I might end up going into that second novel without completing the first. While yes, I’ve completed a first draft, my second draft is a total rewrite that is making substantial changes to the story.
I guess it means I have to really put in a lot of time at the library the next couple of weeks, and I’ll find out what it’s like to be a full time writer while working full time at my day job. I’ve got some long days ahead.
Part of me is tempted to put this beautiful book aside to have an affair with this new story idea, these new 10,000 words. Maybe for NaNoWriMo I’ll be overly ambitious and write two novels. One will be in secret.