Day 7: A Novel Is Born

Hello again. It’s been less than a week and I’m posting again. What it this madness?

Alright. So, finally, seven days in, I’ve finished my plan for my series . . . Except I really actually haven’t. Sure, I still need to finish the plan for book number five, but that’s set years after the other four, so won’t need to be so tightly connected with the other four.

Anyway, it’s day seven and now I’m finally ready to shut up and actually write. I guess that means a novel isn’t really born. I haven’t even written a word into the first draft. So at best, I would say that my novel at the stage of conception . . . What the heck am I talking about?

So, now that I have a plan/rough-ish outline, I should be able to actually finish it. Should. If I don’t . . . Well, I don’t know. I can’t imagine that will happen, because now I know what’s happening. Now I know virtually everything important (and some not important) that happens (except for how to start this thing, which is the part that I really should have planned first, seeing as how that’s the part I always have trouble with).

I guess now I can participate in Camp NaNoWriMo without banging my head on my laptop with the knowledge that I would never be able to salvage the monstrosity that I wrote. And even though I said I wasn’t aiming to write 50000 words by the end of it, I still set my personal goal to 75000 words, because that’s how many words I estimate it would take me to finish book number one (which I’ve named Syndicate, and named the series Vital Strike. You know. Because all of you were just dying to know).

To conclude, when I hit the “Publish Post” button on this blog post, the first thing I’m going to do is go into my word document and stare at the blank page while I try to figure out just how to get this train rolling. I’m going to attempt to write 75000 words for the novel, even though I said I wasn’t even aiming for 50000 words (because that totally makes sense). And I’m . . . well, I guess that’s it. I’m going to go attempt to finally conquer this damn novel and laugh maniacally when it likely drives me further into insanity and makes me tear this laptop to pieces with my teeth and never think about writing again.

Don’t expect an update. See you all when I’m done with this thing.

Laurence out.


Camp NaNo . . . Again.

Yes, yes. It’s April and it’s Camp NaNo again (just ignore the fact that I’ve been gone for however long it’s been. Let’s pretend I’ve been posting the whole time). So, putting aside the fact that I’ve done very little writing these past few months, I have been making good progress with my series. How? Well, let’s go on a little, huge deviation from the original topic, shall we?

I have found out something about myself. I write much better and quicker when I actually plan what I want to write. Go figure, huh? So, as always happens when I go into a story without a written plan is that I either hit a wall, just end up writing absolute crap, or I work in extremely convoluted plot points to get around the solid brick wall I hit. So, as I kind of expected, my last attempt at writing what is becoming the bane of my existence was not exactly a success. Again. Ignore the fact that in one of my past blog posts I said that I knew exactly what I wanted to write, or some crap like that. I didn’t write it down, I have no idea what my ideas for my series were back then. At the end of the day, if I don’t write down a plan or an outline, I will not write anything of quality. I’ll just keep making up random stuff that either keeps the story from progressing or contradicts everything I mentally planned about a character. So, yes. As you’ve all probably guessed by now (surprise, surprise!) I’ve started yet again.

Now. I am planning on participating in Camp NaNo. Yes, it’s already three days in. No, I have not even written a single word yet. Why? Because I haven’t finished my plan for my entire series yet. Yes. I said my entire series. I really do think I have something here and I’m not just going to rush into Camp NaNo without a solid idea of what the hell is going on in my world and end up writing mindless crap. Again.

I think I’ve reached the point where I love my characters to bits, I really, really do, but I just hate the idea that if I totally screw this up, I’ll have to start it over for the billionth time (to be honest, I can’t imagine anyone enjoys doing that). It’s not that I hate writing, because if I did hate it, I wouldn’t do it. I’ve got other things I can waste my time doing.

So, I’m not dead yet, even though I’ve been gone for months. I am participating in Camp NaNo. I’m not planning on ‘winning’ and writing 50000 words. My next attempt at writing this bloody novel will manage to get to the second draft. And I probably won’t be back soon . . . Well, there’s no point in lying, is there. At least I’m honest about it. I reckon that should keep you all satisfied. Here’s a smiley to artificially force that to sound playful and not at all like an asinine comment. 🙂

See you all in however many months it will be till I can be bothered to post here again . . . (wow, I sound like such an arse).

Laurence out.