11 days into NaNoWrimo, barely surviving and hanging on with the tips of my “claws” (I’ve grown claws now…lol), and ready to throw in the towel. Well, you see, I scanned the first paragraph of my “novel”, and I have a niggling feeling this won’t be given great reviews by the critics later on. It lacks the “IT” factor. If it’s blood, it’s grossly anemic.
But at my age, you’d think I’d be wiser, so I’ll gladly assume that role. Quitters never win!
And would you believe that most of the NaNoWrimo participants are young people? I really felt “antiquated” (Yes, Jan Geronimo, like I belonged to the museum.) The feeling was momentary though, because I believe that writing is ageless, and it would give me immense pleasure to finally fulfill one of the things in my Bucket List.
Furthermore, the characters in the novel are now taking over the story of their own lives, in what is supposed to be MY story. Could you believe that? Now, I understand what novelists say about the story shaping up by itself. I have to stop typing for the moment, lest these characters would take me into the burning inferno of the Hades. One character already had decided to be the “black tar” on Ash Wednesday, veering the plot into some unknown territory!
See you around , folks.