2020 is the destroyer of the best of intentions. At the start of November, I had a fantastic plan how to participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and win so I would end up with a wonderful start on my next book. HAHAHA. It lasted for a single day.
By November 2nd, my plan hit a happy snag. I receive the printed proof of my book. I then spent the next few days plowing through the book and fixing things in the manuscript.
I figured I had carved out enough time later in the month to do some big writing days that I could jump back into the work. Until two of my husband's family members passed away within days of each other.
Yet I am not upset that I didn't knuckle down and slap out 50,000 words that weren't going to help me build a solid novel. I currently have about 12,000 words written for this story and while reviewing the scenes the last few weeks has made me verify what the story needs. What the story needs and what I have already have written, aren't always the same.
For now, I'm going back to the masters of story Shawn Coyne and John Truby and checking in with them about what great stories have in common to revise what I'm doing.
Hopefully, all this learning will one day lead me to be able to craft better stories quicker. Until then, onward.
To the clicking and the clacking of keys.
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