I have been very remiss in posting on here the last few weeks! I had every intention of posting about the NaNo process as it happened…but then it happened to take up every spare writing moment I had! I spent the month doing a lot of writing sprints before work, on my lunch hour and at odd moments here and there. I spent most of the month hovering near the goal amount, and crossed the 50,000 after work on November 30th. Then went out to my writing group!
So much for stats. As to content–as I was beginning to feel earlier in the month, this turned out more of an exploration than a proper novel draft. I think I got, perhaps, halfway through what would eventually be the story, but I’m not sure the first half always went the right direction. I did a lot of world-building in October but not much plot-planning, and struggled to find it in November.
On the other hand! I discovered some new things about my characters, and about the world even, and the themes emerged pretty strongly too. I’m not exactly sure how much of what I wrote will end up in a final version–possibly a lot of fragments, cut up and rearranged.
I don’t plan to finish this semi-draft during December, as I often do with NaNo novels. This was a good exploration and got me back in the writing rhythm after losing my speed some last year (too much revision, and too much other life going on too). So I’m going to put this one away to think about some more, and in the meantime I want to play with some short stories and work on plotting…because that seems to be the big issue on my last three novel drafts that still need revision. So it seems like a good time to play with something shorter to hone some skills.
For now though, have an excerpt from my NaNo novel.
We approached the Great Hall, an intimidating enough building without uneasy thoughts to accompany an approach. I had only been inside twice, once each year for the opening ceremonies of the new term. The effect was quite different when streams of students were covering the plaza and heading through the open doors.
The rest of the time—well, I had passed the Great Hall hundreds of times, but it had always felt more like a mountain than a building, a prominent feature of the landscape but not something to approach, let alone enter.
Gery marched up to it fearlessly enough, bypassing the main doors for a small side entrance quite confidently.
The door opened on a short hallway, leading to a second, interior door, this one with a gargoyle sitting beside it. “Who goes there?” the gargoyle intoned. It was an old gargoyle, judging by the depth of the voice. Those were the best ones.
“Gerhardt Greerson,” Gery said promptly, “with an appointment with Minister Drehagan. And guest.”
I didn’t altogether love that, but the gargoyle squinted at us both then boomed, “Enter,” and the door swung open on a flight of stairs. Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Day 30+ and Crossing the 50,000 Line”