At 25,000 words, I’m halfway to the goal for National Novel Writing Month. We’re three-fourths of the way into the month.
It will be okay if I don’t reach 50,000 words by November 30, though. What’s most important to me is that I persevere through the end.
Not as if that’s easy.
I mentioned in my previous post that participating in NaNoWriMo is an experience of remembering. For me, it’s not only about remembering lessons for writing. It’s also about remembering who I am and what I’ve gone through.
I don’t like that part.
Stories are emotionally draining and take a considerable amount of real-life time to develop. The larger the story, and the more committed the writer, the more exhausting the story tends to be.
A big problem with exhaustion is that it allows the subconscious to rip open holes in the fragile barriers used to keep it out of the light.
My NaNoWriMo project is full of light; there’s humor more gentle than what I’m used to writing, charitable characters who understand how to learn from their struggles, and happy endings. Compared to the main characters in DeCo or RITN (or HC or SftP), the main characters of the story I’m calling Roseman are carefree. They aren’t dealing with daily abuse, physical issues that can’t be understood by the people around them, or the constant threat of losing their loved ones to murderers.
They are simply young adults, each with one traumatic experience in their past, learning how to face their personal demons while going through what would be normal lives if not for the creative way they decide to work together to heal themselves.
Yet I’m remembering that I writing exposes where I need to heal myself. My demons are rousing. I guess there is no way to push through the conflicted middle of a novel without awakening them.
Hopefully, I can learn through writing how to tame them, as well.
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“I want to hide the truth. I want to shelter you.”