I am pitifully behind on my NaNo word count, and I’m okay with that. I am pitifully behind on my NaNo word count, and I’m okay with that.
Maybe if I repeat it enough I will start to believe it.


Aaaaaannnnd now I have decided to change my focus for NaNoWriMo. The reasons first:
I am not a very good “pantser” (someone who writes by the ‘seat of their pants’ – or free-writes their whole novel). While I don’t pre-plan everything, I need a good idea of where I am going. That happens in the preparation stage.
Even if I could wing it, I don’t have a really solid antagonist for Konor’s story. Without a good antagonist, what’s the point of the protagonist?
I can tell you what would happen. I would struggle with the story, maybe getting a start on it, become frustrated, and then stall out. And then not only would I not get any writing done on the new story, but I wouldn’t work on my current story and I wouldn’t edit my other story.
A month of nothing.
So, I am adjusting my NaNo plans. Since they don’t coincide with the ‘rules’ of NaNo, I guess you could say that I am not actually participating. But, what I will be doing is setting my goal to finish my current book (Zee’s story) in the month of November.
The nice thing:
As a pre-published author, I have the liberty to change my mind. I am not tied down to a contract (mostly because I don’t have anything worth tying down yet 🙂 ). My job right now is to learn the craft the best I can so that I can tell my stories in a way that will transport the reader.
When I thought about starting the new project for NaNo, I had to weigh that out with the importance of finishing what I am working on.
I will learn more by finishing the book I am doing right now than fighting with a book I am not prepared to write.
And thus- my mind has changed. I will still be typing madly in November, just not on a brand-new shiny book. That will come later.
I am grateful that I have the leeway to change gears and give myself some breathing room with all the other things that are crashing in November.
What are you grateful about in your current situation?


The Agency: A Spy in the House by Y.S. Lee
Bitten to Death by Jennifer Rardin
The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson
What’s a Ghoul to Do? by Victoria Laurie
The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist
Demons are a Ghoul’s Best Friend by Victoria Laurie
Fate’s Edge by Ilona Andrews
Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
Faith, Madness, and Spontaneous Human Combustion: What Immunology Can Teach Us About Self-Perception by Gerald N. Callahan Ph.D.
Minding Mama by Marilyn Arnold
The Mediator: Twilight by Meg Cabot
One Salt Sea by Seanan McGuire
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Once Bitten, Twice Shy by Jennifer Rardin
Devil’s Food Cake Murder by Joanne Fluke
Crocodile on the Sandbank by Elizabeth Peters
Another One Bites the Dust by Jennifer Rardin
Biting the Bullet by Jennifer Rardin
Imagine with me that you are at a beautiful mountain lake. (Yes, I realize that my picture is of a river – that is the ‘imagine’ part of this exercise)
Anyway- back to our imagination. You are standing on a small outcrop of rocks that juts out from the shoreline. You are thinking of jumping in the lake. You are in fact, planning on it and looking forward to it. And yet – you hesitate.
Why?
You know that the water is cold. Each of your friends that has jumped in has reemerged screaming and gasping for breath because of the abrupt chill. But now they are swimming happily, yelling for you to join them, claiming that it is ‘not so bad’. It looks fun and it even looks refreshing. It would feel good on your sunburned skin.
Maybe it has been a long time since you have been swimming. Maybe you are worried that it has been too long. Do people forget how? Is it like riding a bike? But, you also remember loving swimming
Maybe you remember very clearly the last time you did it. Floating in the water, the top layer warmed slightly by the sun, you could feel where the sun’s influence ended. There was a spot about half way down your leg that the water temperature changed and became colder. It felt darker, deeper, and maybe it even seemed thicker. Images of monstrous prehistoric fish nibbling on your toes flitted through your mind. Perhaps being unsure of the exact depth of your plunge has you a bit unnerved.
Or a combination of it all. . .
I am feeling this right now. My post-pregnancy brain is starting to feel like it is returning and I am ready to plunge back into my book. Only I hesitate.
Why? There are a lot of other people swimming around in their writing right now. Saying that the ‘water is fine’. I should be able to join them, right?
It has been a long time since I was able to work on my writing. Have I forgotten everything? I do remember really enjoying it though.
Or maybe it is that I know how deep the lake really is. I can see that prehistoric fish waiting for me.
I think I am looking a a major rewrite. I have been trying to figure out how to put a complicated back-story in without an ‘info-dump’. I am realizing that perhaps my main character doesn’t even need the complicated back-story.
Does it really add to the story? Not just that, but is it essential to the story?
If not, then the whole purpose behind her being where she is changes. And that, changes everything.
So I stand perched on my cliff, ready to dive in and join the swimmers.
My question for you is: What thing are you wanting to do in your life and yet you hesitate? What is keeping you from plunging in?
Ruby Red by Kerstin Gier
Enchanted Glass by Diana Wynne Jones
The Mediator: Ninth Key by Meg Cabot
The Mediator: Darkest Hour by Meg Cabot
The Emerald Atlas by John Stephens
Supernaturally by Kiersten White
The Mediator: Haunted by Meg Cabot
So my current work WIP (work in progress) had somewhat taken over my life, my energy, and my ability to think. This is me, towards the completion of said WIP.
That pained expression on my face is due to the phone call I received that morning. I was scheduled to go into the hospital and be induced. The hospital called and said their rooms were all full and that I would have to wait. Arrgggh.
I was tired of puking (I’m sick the whole nine months), tired of the heart burn, and tired of the belly. But – what can you do?
So I waited. . . a couple days (less than I thought I would have to wait).
And *drum roll* :
Here he is – WIP completed with kidling #5.
Say it with me now: Awwwww!
Now maybe my brain can be convinced to turn to the other WIP. The ideas have certainly been rattling around in there long enough.