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.