I am so happy to say that I’ve written over 20,000 words as of this posting. I’m still behind, but the goal of making 50,000 by end of this April seems a bit more feasible. I’m looking forward to returning to writing, that is, really writing, for my blog when Camp is over. This time around I seem to be struggling more with the idea of myself as a novelist. I’m not really plot-driven in my own writing, although I do love to read plot-driven novels. It’s the characters I fall for when I’m writing. I just want them to take over and they don’t even have to do anything. They can just sit at a kitchen table with a cup of tea and think out loud, and I’m happy with that. I just don’t know that readers would be happy with that. This would be only the third novel I’ve written in my life (and I’ve had a fairly long life now), and the first two still beg to be reread and revised.
If anyone wants to (has time to) share their own novel writing experience, I’d be very interested to know, at least, how you sustain your own interest in what you are writing. The beauty of a short story is that you can finish it before you start getting bored with the story line. With a novel, I have to at least keep myself interested in the story. At this point, I’m not even worried about readers. Sigh. That will probably be painfully obvious once I’ve met my goal