So, that
leaves me with one 120,000 word manuscript to edit (which I finished in the
summer), and another fresh one that tips the scale at 51,000 words in total
courtesy of NaNoWriMo. Slowly the
editing pile is getting deeper and the writing ideas stockpile feels like it is
getting smaller.
But unlike
how I imagine my American family are feeling right now, sitting with their feet
up rubbing their turkey filled bellies, I admit to feeling a little
deflated. Writing to a target has been
all very well and good, and completing it rather than not reaching the goal is
great. But yet I feel a bit like I took
a twenty hour plane ride and ended up on the runway where I left. Without any of the in-flight entertainment.
It’s
strange, because I am actually pretty happy with my new manuscript. I like the plot and the characters have
become realistic enough that after a few edits I’m sure I will get to know them
better and they will feel well developed.
But it is a bit of a diversion for me.
Usually I write thrillers. This
is my genre. This genre to me feels like
a comfy sweater and big pants, the kind that if I was American I know I’d be
changing into around about now. Science
fiction is a genre I love to read, and love to watch, but never have I tried to
write it.
So for now,
thanks NaNoWriMo, but my NaNoWriMo WIP is going to be electronically shuffled
backwards on the to-do list. At the
moment I am going to start working on my latest full length manuscript, Psychophilia,
because yesterday I decided to read the first chapter again and I got so
excited I knew it was the right time to get back to it. So for now NaNoWriMo, thanks, but you are
just going to have to wait.
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