Two years ago I started writing the novel I'd long wanted to write. I reached approximately 24,000 words (50 some-odd pages) and then the writing I get paid to do took over and I stepped away. Over the last few years I've revisited the story, mostly for edits to the first couple of chapters to tighten up the characters, story line, flow and overall effect of the narrative. I never got past the first three chapters, tweaking and revising and wordsmithing. I decided that this year I'd use the month of November to finally put the story to bed. You see, this month marks National Novel Writing Month - or NaNoWriMo as many people know it - and therefore no better time than now to try to reach that 50,000 word count. If I can get to 75,000, I'll be even more pleased.
Given that we're several days into the month already and people are starting to talk about NaNoWriMo on their blogs and on Twitter, I took the opportunity to go back to that two year old story. And like always, did some major edits to the first part of it. My heroine is a stronger, more compelling main character and the descriptions are much more vivid and impactful than they were before. I've also removed some areas that I was having trouble with to make some of the background story easier for me to remember as I get further into the narrative.
One of the funnest things about this project - aside from the fact that I'm finally writing the story I've always wanted to write to see if I'm actually "a writer" - is that I'm getting to revisit our trip to Ireland exactly one year ago as the setting. Now that I've seen the fields of clover and smelled the peat smoke in the air myself on a cold winter day, the telling of it all has a much more authentic feel and that makes me feel incredibly good about where I'm at in the process.
Now if only I didn't have to keep writing the word nipple.