I tried. I really did. But the novel I was working on for NaNoWriMo just wasn’t going anywhere. I weighed my options and dove into another idea. I’m not saying this one is going much better, but I’ve muddled through and I’ve gotten a little over 40,000 words. I’m going to finish this thing.
First drafts are supposed to be horrible, right? First drafts tell us what we are writing about. Second drafts start to turn that into a proper story. So all I am asking of myself at this point is to get the words on paper, or screen as the case may be, and keep at it. It doesn’t have to be a good novel. It can be a bad novel; a very, very bad novel. I just can’t stop.
Part of the creative slump is the fact that I tried switching to a genre I normally don’t write. I wanted to try something new. I’m not sorry I did. It just takes time to switch gears.
Paired with what I wrote on the first novel, I’ve written about 60,000 words this November. Not bad. I could paste that all together and feed it into the word counter to claim a “win.” But I’m not. For me, I want to have a finished product. I can’t use pieces. It may need a lot of work, and it may never really work, but end of November I will have a completed first draft.
Time go get writing.