For those of you keeping score, you may recall that I dove into the chilly waters of National Novel Writing Month in November.
The challenge is always one that I have avoided, too afraid that I would fall short of the goal of an 80,000-word novel.
Failure is a strange bird.
It is one of those things where you can choose to see the cup half-empty or full – depending on your perspective.
I can tell you that this year I did not come away with an 80,000-word novel.
But, I am 15,164 words into a story that, a little more than a month ago, existed purely in my imagination.
To me, that is a success.
I can’t say exactly when I fell off the writing wagon. It was likely a week or so in advance of the Thanksgiving holiday, when countless chores and preparations demanded my attention.
But, a wonderful thing is happening now.
It turns out, those 15,000 words were just enough to seep into my consciousness and inhabit my writing soul.
And, just in case I don’t heed my heart, the universe — like a lighthouse on a distant shoreline — has been sending me helpful little nudges. Everywhere I turn it seems there is some vague or uncanny reminder of my novel’s characters, setting or theme.
Every day, I feel the urge to return to this new world I have created and continue the journey.
Did you accept the novel-writing challenge in November?
How far along are you in your story? What will it take to get you back to work?
Kerri S. Mabee