Now that NaNoWriMo has finished many of you may have noticed that I am not shouting from the rooftops my victory… that’s because I did not complete NaNoWriMo this year. I’m heartbroken and disappointed in myself but as you continue reading please remember, what I am sharing with you is not a list of excuses for there are none, had I been more dedicated, I would have succeeded. Instead, I would like to share with you some of my experiences and what I learned this past November about myself and my writing.
The dreaded Slog, give me writer's block any day, I think that would have been easier. Writer’s block I can push past, but The Slog is like writing while swimming in jello. For every chapter I finished, I was more confused about the next. Characters had confused voices, didn’t know their own history, and fought with me to get their stories heard. For every word I wrote I struggled to get three more out. I think most of this was my fault and little of theirs. Elrik and Eryn (spoilers!) were fun to write and enjoyable to watch grow daily. The problem rested in my “planning” choices.
This was the first time I have attempted plotting versus pantsing and I’m not sure it’s the correct tactic for my style of writing. I am a better version one pantser with version two plotting I think. My creativity is less stifled and words flow from my fingers like water from Niagara Falls. When I plotted I trudged through a choppy ocean with undertown enough to drown even the most seasoned swimmer, of which I am not.
Does this mean Elrik and Eryn’s story will never see print? Doubt it. I’m not done with them, I just need to go back to the drawing board for a bit. I need to find that creative spark for them like I did with Onnie and The Bookshop or Annabelle and Lucian’s stories. The spark is there, I know it is. I just need to rekindle it. Maybe I’ll see them in April for Camp? Who knows.