It’s only been about a week or so since I decided to do The Scouring for Camp NaNo. Sure, I could go back and look up when I decided to make the change, but I’m too lazy, and it’s late, so I don’t feel like digging through posts. But the time frame hasn’t been that much: I decided to change my story, and I did.
I’ve gotten the idea solidified in my mind, I’ve pulled over the characters I want to use. I’ve built times lines for who was a teacher and who was a student. I’ve created my time line for a battle. I’ve put all the information into my Scrivener project, which was originally set up for another novel, one that I’ll tackle in November.
I figured I’d still have things to do a few days from now, but the weekends get long and the nights get boring, and the moment I feel as if I have some time to burn, I get into the story. That time ended up being many hours of work before I decided to call it a night, so my little novella began developing far quicker than I’d imagined.
Which is why now you see it all laid out, all meta plotted, all time lined so I know what it suppose to happen when. About all I need to do is figure out the ages for the characters, the grade levels for some of the characters, and throw in a few background characters who will walk on and do . . . something.
Not a lot there; I can probably have that all finished by Wednesday night at the latest.
Which means I’m going to have time on my hands to do something else, though I’m not sure what. Maybe I’ll work on developing my characters for the Big NaNo, or maybe I’ll pull out the next story I’m going to start editing so I can get it published. Either way, I have to get into my writing because–
I never thought I’d say that, but this is the first time in a long time that I felt like I had to write. Yes, I write every day, but for the most part it’s been a lot of the “Lemme sit down and get my thousand in today” kind of writing. Tonight, when I was finished with this layout, I was like, “Okay, what’s next?”
And I wanted to start writing.
I’ve been seeing the following conversation among some of the writers I know, and it goes like this: “How do I get myself motivated to write? I can’t seem to get started on my story.” Here’s what you do: start writing. I know it seems like old hat, but the truth is there are time when you don’t want to write, when you hate what you’re doing, when you’re tired. Last year I’d get up at five-thirty to blog, then write that night from eight-thirty PM until ten PM. For my last job I’d spend an hour driving to the job, work nine hours, spend an hour driving home, about ninety minutes eating and catching up, and then, depending on my level of tired, I’d start writing, sometimes at eight PM, sometimes at nine. And I’d write until about ten-thirty or eleven PM, then go to bed so I could get up at five AM.
I didn’t always want to do this, but I did. You gotta write, Bunkie. You gotta do it because you want to. I just went through a month of heavy depression, and I wrote and edited and planed, many times feeling like I wanted to walk away and never look back.
But I know why I didn’t.
Because I have to do this. It’s what I do.
It’s what I was meant to do.