Maybe it’s the absence of pressure now that I’ve conceded that I can never finish NanoWriMo this year. Maybe it’s the beta copy of Scrivener 3 that landed in my lap late this week.
As I sit here on a Sunday morning, I’m on track again with this YA novel I’m writing. Not on track on the sense of “it’ll be done before December 1,” but on track again in the sense that words are issuing forth from my fingers in sensical and meaningful ways, crafting an adventure for the reader to engage in. Feels good, let me tell you. The novel is still very much in it’s infancy (I haven’t even hit the 10k mark yet), but my progress towards the end of the week has been very encouraging. I felt a fire I haven’t felt in a long time burning within the story keeper of my soul. My fingers, long disused and no longer in shape for the task of hammering out words fast and efficiently, are sore. But – and this is key – they did not fail me. They kept up as best they could with the narrative playing in my head, producing a volume of words.
And, as promised – I have not shaved yet, and will not until this novel is done.