It’s frightening to think that I have to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
Yet I have done it before, last November in fact. But I believed then I couldn’t do it and didn’t enter. At the end of November, I surprised myself and finished up with a novel titled ‘If Only’.
Rather apt I thought at the time; if only I’d entered!
But this year, I’m in.
Usually, I sit down and start writing, not sure where it’s going to take me. Some say a book needs to be meticulously planned,
Characters planned down to their foibles,
Plot lines to drive the characters, adding twists and turns until the surprise ending that no one saw coming.
All in 30 days?
Another issue I have is that when I start writing, it is not necessarily the ‘start’.
Some of my stories in the rewrite, or even when I’m halfway through, suddenly cry out for a new start, something relative to the plot earlier, or a missed detail will come to you, usually in the most unlikely place, and this for me is the shower.
This can cause a cascade of rewrites of earlier chapters.
Nothing a little planning might have resolved, but there will not be time.
It’s going to be a challenge.
At least I have a title, The Enemy Within.
I have the basis for the central character, a man who doesn’t quite fit in. I have a clear idea of where it will end, but that could change slightly as the story progresses.
I basically know where and when it will start. I’ve always like the start to the James Bond films, that short period when the action of pulsating just before the credits, a small slice of what’s to come.
What’s in between?
That will be topis for November. What I’ve written and where it’s going.