Last day in the hotel, first day in the new apartment. The rest of the year is pretty much figured out–or should I say, plotted? I have everything set: get ready, quick pack up, check out; drive to new place; unpack; go to work. Tonight I have a few items to get before I call it a night, and then, tomorrow . . . well, it’s time for exploring. I’ll wander around the area I’m in and see what’s what, maybe head over to the river since it’s only one block from me. First time living in a city area, and it’s different from anything I’ve known.
Writing a novel is a little like this. You get ready, to start writing, you finish writing, you move on to something else. It’s always a first time when you start a new story, even if you’re using characters you’ve already developed. Just as with life, your characters grow as you grow as a writer. And unless you’re writing the same story over and over (that would never happen, right?), you’ll never new and exciting events to wrap around you characters. Or maybe you want to write a novel about them cleaning house all the time. Whatever: it’s your story.
I find that, right now, I want to get back into writing. The last few months have sort of pushed me into a spot where I’ve tried hard to find something that will pay the bills, and at the same time continue with my writing. My output is down from last year, but throwing in edits on a couple of novels tends to take away from creating new material. And once you create a new story, you have to start thinking about editing and publishing. Oi. It’s constant, it’s always there, and it’s always a new adventure.
I’m looking forward to NaNo 2013. I know it’s going to be a grind: five hundred words blogging in the morning, working during the day, two thousand words a night, with time for food and sleep in there someplace. I can do this, and I know I can do fifty thousand words by the end of November. I also know that I likely won’t finish the novel during NaNo, because there will be far too much going on, and I’ll lose two days in November to travel. But I have set my goals and expectations, and none of this worries me because I know the NaNo Police do not exist, and the idea that there are “rules” to follow for NaNo is a lot of happy horseshit.
You write, you keep writing, and you hit fifty thousand words. It’s not done for money or prizes: it’s all about doing something creative and feeling good about it. And if you happen to take that novel and add more words to it, and polish it up and slap a good cover on it (this being an example of a not-so-good cover), and put it up for sale. Or not, if that’s your thing, but I have this urge to share my stories with others, in exchange for them sharing a little of their hard-earned cash.
I feel excitement right now, for everything is starting new again. Come the middle of October I might be ready to chuck it all in the river, but for the moment, I’m ready to write.
I’m ready to relive that first time again.