I believe I have now done all I can for my NaNoWriMo story.
I’ve tried several different methods to get myself writing, word wars, long writing sessions, short writing sessions with breaks, allowing myself to use Twitter and chat while I write to keep casual, turn off everything but Scrivener and iTunes to get me concentrating.
Then there are the things I’ve used to get my story going. I planned before I started. I split everything into chapters to give me little goals to aim for, and to organise the story. I’ve changed the plot of the story a couple of times. I’ve looked at the characters, letting them develop naturally, and exploring who they are as much as I could, I’ve looked at different aspects, and worked out when they would come to light, and at one point I snapped. I couldn’t write any more.
This was the point in which I decided it’s NaNoWriMo, I won’t be planning to get this published or even post it on the internet, so what the hell, I twisted it into a direction that didn’t really make too much sense to explore more colours and aspects that I couldn’t before. I took them somewhere else, somewhere that should be fun. This was the last push really, because trust me, I’ve tried so hard to push, and I’ve got to the point in which I stare at the page and my brain goes:
So, I guess that’s it. It’s a shame I couldn’t get myself to 50,000 words, but hell, I didn’t do too badly for a very first novel if I say so myself. Having never written anything quite so large before, I think 40,000 words is very very good. I have done what I intended to do, which is; kick-start myself into writing, learn a bit about planning, how novel writing works, how it all comes together for me personally. I’ve learnt how to be a writer, albeit not a very disciplined one, but a writer nonetheless. So whilst I don’t get to say “Look I won NaNoWriMo – I wrote a 50,000 word novel in a month!” or get 50% off the Scrivener program, I have succeeded at something this month. I’m still proud of myself.