I hope that there will be a time, years from now, when I am reading this story to my son, in all its finished and complete glory, that I can point to a scene and tell him, ‘I wrote this while feeding you soup, when you were just a little baby.’
Though it might be quite a few years before he’s ready for this story, in all honesty. It’s a bit grim.
I am enjoying this story so much more than any other novel I have written. I believe in its message, and I feel that it deals with so much real life humanity, even in the guise of a beast – which is kind of the point.
If you are reading this having read my blog in the past, you might recall that I often struggle with writer’s block. I haven’t had the luxury of that condition this time. My writing time is only an hour here or there during naptimes, or when I can snatch some moments when my silly monkey-baby is happy to entertain himself.
I even *gaspshockhorror* turn on the TV purely for distraction purposes. I’m actually doing that right now – I know you’re scandalised by my parenting choices.
The one thing I’m not sure about if is this novel will reach 50,000 words. It depends on what happens after the Crucial Scene which I am actually writing right now, at just over 20k. I’m not sure if there’s another 30k in it. But so long as I finish the story, which was my own personal goal for this month, I’m not sure that I care about it not reaching the NaNoWriMo wordcount goal. My only hesitation is that a shorter story may not be considered a novel.
So we’ll see how it goes. I’m only halfway through November, after all!