It’s remarkable how quickly one can fall out of the habit of writing every day. It’s been almost two months since I worked on my current novel — mainly due to travel and stuff — and it would be very easy to drift along past Christmas without delving back into it.
But with so many people doing nanowrimo, and my own desire to finish this novel, I’ve made an effort this morning to get back into it.
And how better to plunge back in than resume my Tuesday morning cafe session? Two coffees, scrambled eggs and a peppermint tea later, I’ve scribbled some notes, read over the past few scenes, and stared into space in abstracted fashion…
I may not have written any actual words yet, but I’ve started to get immersed in the story again. I’m pretty sure I know how it’s going to end now, I just need to figure out how to get there without it sucking. (Yes, ok, I know I’ve been saying that for a while now…)
To spur myself on, I’m going to set myself a goal. I’m going to do a half nanowrimo (since I’ve missed the first half of the month). That’s 25,000 words — or the end of the novel — by the end of November.
Better get to it!
No more whining about how endings are so difficult. No more excuses.
The challenge is laid down…