The first draft of the novel I wrote in November for NaNoWriMo is safely tucked away breathing before I start on the second draft. In the meantime I’ve begun a new project. This one promises to be an adventure, full of ups and downs, tears and joy for me as a writer. I have grand plans for this book – I see it through rose colored glasses of epic proportions. I know what I want it to be, I know how I want it to sound, I know the essence and the feel of it; now I just have to see if I can deliver.
As far as first drafts go, I’m extremely pleased with what I have so far. I’m only about 8,000 words in though, so that is subject to change rapidly. This book is near and dear to my heart, and has a lot of special meaning to me. Although fiction, it contains some real life mysteries that I’m taking artistic license with and coming up with my own answers. Some of the characters are straight from imagination only, and some are loosely based on people I’ve known. Some I’ve taken traits from several people and rolled them all into one character.
Maybe that is the way with writers whether intentional or not; to mold and fashion characters from our own roster of familiar faces. Some of the scenes in the book will be taken from things that really happened, but it is fiction, a web of stories brought together by a few strands of truth.
I have a feeling this story is going to tear at me, turn me upside down and leave me raw. I’ll even say I’m looking forward to it. I believe it needs to. I think only when it rattles me and forces me to dig deep within myself, will the story come to life. If I do my job correctly, the resulting product will be worth the pain of creation.
I have much I want to accomplish with my writing this year. I think I’m off to a good start. I’m looking forward to seeing how it all unfolds.