In all the excitement that was yesterday–you know, with work and eating and trying to write–I completely forgot it that it was the start of Camp NaNo for a lot of people. If you don’t know Camp NaNo, it’s a far more relaxed version of November’s NaNoWriMo, where you can come, relax, set your own goals, and really have a much easier time of writing than one may find during the insanity of writing fifty thousand words in thirty days. And it’s also held twice a year, which means you can stretch out that story you always wanted to write over a couple of months.
My first–and so far only Camp–was a year ago, during the July 2013 event. I ended up in a cabin with two friend I know from Facebook, and a couple of other people who kinda talked about writing but never really did much, and we . . . well, we set out upon our writing adventure. (I should explain that in order to give one the feeling that they’re out on a camping retreat, you’re placed in a virtual cabin with other people, and the idea is you sit around in your pajamas and eat snacks and drink hot chocolate, and tell everyone about the great story you’re going to write. Then you go to sleep and do it again the next day.)
If I give this too much thought, I can pin down where I am today with The Foundation Chronicles to this point a year ago, for it was with Camp NaNo that I started on my quest to Salem. No, I didn’t start on my current novel: I actually wrote the prequel to it, The Foundation Chronicles: The Scouring, which ended up becoming the point where I brought to the stage some of the characters that inhabit my current novel–and even more importantly, I brought everyone in the school, the Salem Institute of Greater Education and Learning, and made it a real place.
That prequel, which was suppose to be a twenty-five thousand word novella, turned into fifty-three thousand word novel by the time the month was over, and that eventually led to where I am now: continuing to work on a massive novel that just just last night saw me trip over forty-five thousand words for Act Two. And it’s become something of a real love/hate relationship, because there I time I so want this story over. I know how it ends, but . . . getting there is taking so much time.
I’ve run into this with some of my novels in the past. You start out zooming, full of energy. Then you slow down a little. Then you find out that it’s getting hard to start those chapters. Then you start to feel like there’s no end in sight, and then, when everything is darkest, you realize you’re almost finished, and you don’t really want it to end.
Well, actually, you do. You can’t wait to slap on “The End” and move on to the next adventure.
Thinking about it last night, this is the first time I’ve stayed involved in a project that’s lasted a year. It’s really more than a year, though, because I spent most of last June prepping The Scouring, and the work I did there led to the current novel as well. And I probably spent a good year working on the idea, working out the characters and the location and the story.
And I’m dealing with the understanding that I could find myself dealing with the end of this novel a year from now.
I will end Act Two and then find the time to start getting another story published before climbing into Act Three. I also have to consider the possibility of publishing Act One as a stand alone to get interest started in Act Two, which may or may not be a good idea, but it’s a start to something.
Have fun at the camp, guys. I won’t be joining you because there’s all the stuff I have going on around me–you know, things–and I’ve got a lot of other reasons to keep my tent in my closet this year–
Have fun fighting off the bugs!