Every year I participate with the writing community in completing National Novel Writing Month. This month, I planned on starting a book, today November 5th (late, I know), but of course there are complications.
I was supposed to have my novel (AKA #demoncity) to my agent by today. However, I've been sick for the past three weeks and instead of getting better, this push to get the book done has only made things worse. So while my agent is closed for some much deserved personal time off, I'm going to take my time and make sure #demoncity is polished like fine china that is haunted by a poltergeist and currently residing in the basement of a noble house somewhere, tended to by a studious butler. I should have all the editing totally complete by mid-month.
What does this mean for #nanowrimo?
Well, I will not be writing the customary 50,000 words in 30 days. Instead I'll write 25,000 words in 15 days, starting on the 15th. I'll be on a tiny writer's retreat that weekend anyway.
And what will I be writing, you ask? Well, good question.
For every book I write, I have a piece of something that inspires me. For #rookbook it was a song I listened to on repeat for like 6 months, for #demoncity it was a map I hand drew and painted. For this glorious project which will henceforth be known as #foxglove, I am inspired by a collection of plastic dinosaurs I won at an arcade a year ago.
Meet the main character:
Fellow writer, Rachel Maltby asked if I am actually writing about dinosaurs.
Sort of? I don't know how to answer this. Do they have sharp teeth and eat meat? No. Do they have tails? maybe? But are they metaphorical dinos? ABSO-freaking-LUTELY.