There is a sense of foreboding in me as I prepare to write this year’s NaNo. My choice of story is out of my comfort zone, a test I am imposing on myself for a reason I can’t think of. I’m not trying to stretch myself. This writing thing is still new to me and I have a lot of learning to do. This is not the time to stretch myself. My story this year came from a short story written from a prompt provided through a blog I subscribe to, as did two out of the last three NaNo projects. The story was one that found my G spot, so I chose to let the pleasure take me farther. What I like about the story I have chosen is that I have to prepare to write this story, so I really am learning more. It’s helping. The background stories, the profiles for each character, even the outline gives me a tingle in the right place.
Previous NaNo projects were unplanned, easy because I chose stories I from the familiar, from places I have already been in my life, exaggerations of my own experiences. They were comfortable stories, fun for me to read because of the relaxed style. I like those stories, but they are not good enough to share. A few have read them, most of those readers friends.
Less than seven days. Will I make it this year? We’ll see. I am willing. We’ll see if my wife and son will be willing to let me have the time to write. My daughter will and I hope to share this one with her. Last year I couldn’t because I let my story go to the ridiculous in a way that just was not appropriate. I have read blogs from writers who have recommended that one should always write in a way that they can share their writing with their family. I think that is true. That is my goal for this story.
Wish me luck. My story is an action fantasy, post apocalyptic with a spiritual slant. I write relationships. Thus the challenge.