I realized when I sat down I don’t really have anything interesting to blog about. Just rants, really, which I’ll spare you.
Actually, I’ve been struck by how easy a challenge NaNoWriMo is. To be honest, fifty thousand words is kind of a piddling novel. With my current font settings, and even with my habit of starting new lines too often, fifty thousand words is only one hundred ten pages.
Even the shortest book in A Series of Unfortunate Events is one hundred seventy pages, and the shortest book in the Harry Potter series has three hundred ten.
As I’m not really planning to make this a series, I realize that if I complete my story in one hundred ten pages, it will be a sadly lacking and one-dimensional thing that will require extensive re-writing and editing.
That being said, I already intend to spend the next six months re-writing and editing. I’d just rather it not be too extensive.
On that same vein, I killed my first character the other day. Since this is my first true venture into fiction, this was a new sensation for me.
At first, I felt slightly god-like. The power of life and death lay in my hands! Then I felt slightly demon-like, because I was using that power to put my characters through the worst kind of hell.
But then I remembered that all of this is fictional.
As I delve into this book project, I’m scaring myself a little bit, and in more than one way.
Firstly, because I can imagine horrible things that I’ve never really realized until I put them into words.
Secondly, and not to brag, but I have one hell of an imagination. When I spend hours each day sitting before my computer, writing and writing without breaks, I get really wrapped up in my own head.
After a while, I stop being fully sure of where my imagination stops and reality starts.
This is probably no good, but is definitely an indicator that I’ve chosen the correct career trajectory.
Anyway, that’s my blog. Writing about writing, hooray!
If you’re NaNo-ing, add me on the website—I’m Bethany_the_H. I would love to connect with you.