Preemptive Retaliation

I finished NaNoWriMo last week, about seven days before the deadline. I was on a roll, and I could have continued that momentum through for the next couple of days and made it all the way to sixty maybe sixty-five thousand words, but I had to stop. My head was running with words and I couldn’t reliably say whether or not my work was any good.

That wasn’t too bad though. It means I’ve had a solid week of playing videogames, which has been more than nice.

I really enjoyed writing the story over the month. It was something I had been thinking about for over a year, the plot details stewing in the back of my mind. Turns out I actually had no idea what I wanted to do, and sitting down to write it was an issue. Characters emerged and disappeared within the same scene. Hair colours flowed like rainbows and everyone either had a smile, a furrowed brow or a cocked eyebrow. And the smoking and drinking! I promised myself not to make my characters smoke and drink to abundance, but then it snuck in there without me noticing, those bastards.

Despite its inconsistencies, I enjoyed it, and it has given me the itch again. The itch to write more and create more, and to work on the stories that I’ve completed and abandoned. I want to work more on this one, but at the same time I want to go back to my first NaNo and bring that up to code. I want to redraft my tragedy from last year and break people’s hearts. I want to finish my politically charged comedy novella. I have too many projects and too much energy to focus on one.

Ahhhh. I need to get to work.