Good Tuesday morning!
Like many people I know, I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month,
or NaNoWriMo as we uber cool people like to call it.
Here's the thing about Nano. I originally wasn't going to do it. I'm still editing Impeccable and working my tail off in about 50 other places as well. Then a good friend said an unexpected word. She said ass, folks. LOL. Just not a word I'd expect to hear from this lady. Just because she said the word ass (the context was that you write your ass off during Nano), I decided to do it. Nearly a week late, I jumped in and typed away.
I've been using this idea for a novel that I've had floating in my head for Nano. Basically, I'm using Nano as my launching pad for this book. Will it be done, completely edited and ready for my publisher on November 30? No. Absolutely not. But that's ok. It's started. That matters more.
As I write it, I find myself slightly at war. You see, this book-to-be is COMPLETELY different from anything else I have ever written. It's as much of a reach as can be. And I wonder if it's really any good. It's so different from Imperfect and Impeccable that I can't help but wonder if it can stand next to them, so to speak. These are emotional and cerebral books. They're deep and touching. This new one is a story. Not that it's bad or weird. Just different. Different genre, different feel. It feels very real to me as I write it, but again, I'm incredibly good at doubting myself. It could be fine and I am simply letting my insecurities get the best of me.
Regardless, I'll keep plugging along. If it flops, at least it's flopped in my hands and nowhere else. I gave her a try. If it's not meant to be, then it's not meant to be. But the WORST story is the one never written, right?