I want to write a novel and
is a small bit of what it will be about.
Three years ago, this very month of November it was, I took a stab at writing my first
I took part in
National Novel Writing Month
because on their site it said: “The world needs your novel.”
Really? Mine? Hmm.
I had an idea for a novel in my brain for several years. It was a family story about how three generations of a family deal with losing someone they love.
I wrote fifty thousand words in thirty days. The website that year wasn’t all that accessible and so I did not get much farther off from registering. I did not keep track of my word count like everyone else online. I did it on Twitter instead. It didn’t matter that the website for the organization was a bit of a nightmare. All that really truly counted would be the words I would write.
No flashy completion badges for me once I crossed the finish line. I knew in my heart that I’d done it and that was all that mattered.
Three years later and I haven’t done it again, but I did buy the t-shirt.
I did not take a month or two, Christmas off, before returning to my first attempt at a novel like is suggested. I did what they said. I wrote to get to fifty thousand. I would edit later.
Or would I?
I have the words somewhere, I hope. I don’t keep track of all my documents on all the laptop switches since 2014, oops. I emailed a copy to myself, but that may be gone.
Was this one more in a long line of mistakes, failures, and regrets from my writing journey thus far?
I sent it to a friend, even as rough as it was, whom I trusted to give it her honest opinion. Maybe she has a copy still. I wouldn’t count on that.
I was not a planner, as is the case many times in the rest of life. I was a pantser. I didn’t have a plan. I just started to write from my themes of family, loss, grief, and resilience.
I can’t let that idea go, but a novel is such an enormous task to take on.
I would have loved to participate again this year. I have faith that the website has improved for visually impaired and blind users. I now know someone locally, one who is from my local writing group and is in charge of support for writers doing NaNo in our immediate area. My writing group is talking mostly all about NaNo all month.
I would have abandoned my first novel, still in progress somewhere, to try writing this newer idea which has shaped and formed in my mind in the three years since that first attempt.
This one is historical fiction, unlike that first one which took place in a more contemporary setting.
This one will be mostly fiction, but loosely based on family. It takes place in Europe during World War II. It’s about a woman who is a mother of three small children throughout the war. There is struggle and bravery all around her. Her decisions aren’t easy ones.
We who study history know all about the Holocaust, about big events such as D Day, which are both important, but what was life like for other people who were going about their business and living their lives when war broke out?
***Just practicing with early versions of my elevator pitch.
I would have taken a crack at this, but apparently I can’t handle a project of this size and my continual violin lessons at the same time. I haven’t got the brain power to muster for both.
Maybe next year, once I’ve been playing violin for more than a year. Maybe.
So much going on. World events are wild, whether it’s war in the twentieth century or world upheaval in the twenty-first.
My brain is full near to capacity at the moment.
When a story sticks in the head like this one and the one before have, I don’t think I will be getting them out of there anytime soon.
NaNo, NaNo, NaNo sounds like a taunt to me, that I couldn’t hack both writing and music lessons, but this isn’t your ordinary, everyday writing. This week is a tense one, and who knows where we’ll all be next week this time. Hopefully all those brave enough to take on writing fifty thousand words this month will still be writing. I do think it makes for an excellent distraction.
Now I stop writing and it’s time to practice my violin. I just like to do an update on where I am, with every passing year, as November and NaNo again rolls around.