I would just like to say that this is total and complete agony. Waiting. Waiting.
It’s not like I don’t have things to do. I have things to DO. LOTS of things. But I cannot get my mind off of NaNo, no matter how hard I try…and it’s torturing my brain. My plot, or at least my first few pages, are in my head and ready to get out of my head. My MC is scratching at the back of eyeballs trying to get out. Maybe this is good. I’m building up momentum, building up steam. This is good.
Yesterday, I got a little too excited and carried away and almost made a huge mistake: I created a character sheet and started making an outline. This, for me, is horrible. It’s taboo. It makes me lose my enthusiasm for the story, my inspiration, my ideas…my muse, essentially, packs his bags and goes on vacation (is it normal for a chick to have a male muse? I hope so…) to some sort of warm island where he can get banana smoothies and toe massages. And I’m left with over-caffeinated blood, bald patches where I’ve torn out my hair, and shriveled up eyes.
I know this is not the “right” way to do it, but when I write, I just jump in with a vague idea of what the plot is, one or two characters, and see where it goes. If it goes nowhere, then that’s fine; I save it and file it on Charlie (my trusty MacBook) in case I get sudden inspiration for it later, or can recycle it into a new story. But it usually goes somewhere. I like to let the characters have a little bit of rein…and I know this will make authors scream…but not too much. Just a pinky, you know? Not the whole hand. I like to see where the characters go with it.
If I make an outline beforehand, it’s like killing their freedom totally. As long as they stick to the general plot and stay true to themselves, whatever they do works for me. So I scrapped the outline, filed away the character sheet, and spent all of last night trying to erase what I’d done so far from my brain. The momentum and excitement slowly returned, and now I’m excited again.
Four more days…