So here it is, the first day of November, the beginning of the epic race to get through thirty days with your mind working overtime, and your fingers aching from constant typing. And you know what? I'm not even that excited anymore, ah! I over think and certainly over planned this year, and now that it's down to the nitty-gritty I'm just kinda 'eh'.
But there is hope! Perhaps once I start writing the old ritual of getting caught up in it will come back to me and I can enjoy this experience and only learn more from it.
In case anyone noticed or was wondering, I haven't been as neatly updating things such as twitter, blog, nanowrimo forums, because my computer went nuts, it's a pretty valid but still flimsy excuse. I think I just need to cut myself off for a few weeks before November came so I could get back into things. But I am back, hurray!
My story this year...is based around the story that I wrote last year, or tried to write last year. It's about the parents of the main character last year, and it's about them searching for another world that they learn about. I loved it when I thought of it, I believe I was taking a shower, or something. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it's a very pale, predictable story in the grand scheme of things, and it nods strongly at one of my favorite novel series, His Dark Materials, by Phillip Pullman. But I can't be discouraged, because one thing I know for certain is most of the crap that goes into the first draft is utter crap, and I hope the plot will because more complex and intricately woven as I continue to write.
So I guess I'm starting this year off with a cup of coffee, a mild headache, and a lot of over analyzing, but let's jump into it.
