Okay. I thought I had a plot. I thought I had characters. And then I woke up this morning and realized that I really didn’t want to spend a month with this story.
I’m starting again.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned as a writer, it’s to forgive myself when things don’t turn out the way they planned. Sometimes stories just fizzle and that’s okay. Sometimes you find yourself going in a different direction than planned, and that can be okay, too. Today I’m off in a different direction, and whatever happens, I’ve decided that my goal is to enjoy my month of writing with whatever characters and plot are ready to go on Monday. I mean, how often do the words “a month of writing” occur in my life. If I don’t enjoy it, I’m missing the point of NaNoWriMo, and more important, I’m missing the point of being a writer. Writing is all wrapped up in the “do what you love” part of my life that often gets overrun by the “do what you must”, “do what others need”, “do what– write your own version here.”
So, onward into a new plot with new people. The countdown begins. “Do what I love” month starts Monday
I only write what I love. My book is “The Mandolin Case.” Some people said physician bluegrass fiction wouldn’t sell, but it has done fine.
Dr. B
Good for you for following your dream. Success is always the best revenge.
Heather, I really like your attitude. Kind of go with the flow! It’ll all work out in the end. 🙂
I’m looking forward to see what happens. A plan is developing and I’m starting to see some scenes very clearly. This project has a very different feel to others I’ve worked on. It will be interesting to see how it all turns out. Never to late to experiment with something new. Can’t wait for Monday.