nanowrimo

Holy moley, I cannot believe that it is already two weeks into Novemeber. I am so behind my goal words for writing the novel in 30 days. I'm ready to give up and yet not cause a little voice in me says "Yes I can, Yes I can." and you know what? I think I can. At the moment I think that. When I sit down to write, that may be a whole different story but I love the little surprises that the characters spring on me. I thought it was the drug addict that knew the pedophile and it turns out that the gold digger is the target of the hit man. Didn't see that one coming.

I take note of what Stephen King said in his book on writing. Basically he said that if he can stay on edge and doesn't know what is going to happen, he's pretty sure his readers will also be in suspense. That's where I am now. I don't really believe I'll make the time limit. I've got to many interruptions in my life to spend the time required as little as that time may be. To many distractions and I would quit now except... except I'm curious as to who is going to survive in my story. I know who I had planned to. I know how the story is suppose to end... but those characters take on a life of their own. Things change. I know how its suppose to end, but I want to know how it really ends.

This is a wild ride. I encourage you all to take the challenge next year. Woo Hoo!