I did NaNoWriMo last month, unsurprisingly, and this year's wasn't anything important to me. See, I had tons and tons of loose ends and random ideas shoved up inside of my brain and it was really impeding my thought process so I just needed a 50,000 word barf fest to just clear everything out so I could focus on a new story.
And, oh my god, was I a genius for doing this.
With all of the random snippets cleared from my mind's stomach I was able to open myself up to new plots and inspiration struck me only days after NaNo ended.
And I am so madly in love with this story that I want to write it right away. But I know that, as with most loves, you must take your time to know and appreciate your lover before you take the next big step. So even though Camp NaNoWriMo is something like six and a half months away, I will take my time to work out everything that I want to put in it. I hate when a new inspiration hits me halfway through NaNo that changes everything and I feel like taking my time and working out all of the quirks during this huge break will really benefit this novel in the end.
I've loved all my novels, in all different ways. Not to use an over-abused simile but they're all like my children. I love them overall equally and while some may be more rebellious than others, it doesn't change the fact that they all came from the pink blob of brain matter squished in between my ears.
But, even as I love them all, some have definitely been illegitimate love children, with me imitating authors I loved rather than allowing myself to come up with something new. It's nice to have them, just as nice as the passionate love affair with whatever book I got them from was, but sometimes, you want to have your own children and that's okay.
I am so excited about this story.
(Also, I realize that I just referred to my stories as both my children and my lovers. I apologize if you find that disturbing.)
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