I am up to my neck in NaNoWriMo. It is less than a week in, but I am already behind my target word count. Despite the fact that football season is over, Life STILL seems to be conspiring to steal away all my time. Not cool, Life. Not cool.
Also not cool is the fact that my brain is especially taunting lately (probably because my brain is in cahoots with Life)~~
Are you sure you really want to start the story THERE?
Is that really an era appropriate name?
Now what would a reader sympathize with that character when you have him do THAT?
And, seriously, if he simply MUST do THAT, shouldn’t you make it later in the story?
To which I reply: Shut up, brain; I’m writing. Sometimes I internalize the retort but, embarrassingly, I have also said it aloud…in public…repeatedly. Still, if helps get the words on the page I have no problem with making a fool of myself. (Just ask my kids.)
As I write and talk to myself and obsess, I will keep you updated with my progress–and if you have any words of wisdom, encouragement, or know where you can hook me up with a Time-Turner, please share.
(No, seriously. I could REALLY use a Time-Turner.)