National Novel Writing Month has now been in full swing for a week. Because of it, I figured that I would check in. After all, dedicating all of my words to my story and none to my blog seemed unfair for an entire month.
Needless to say, I am slightly behind. Only about 300 words according to the goal set by the municipal liaisons. Not bad considering that I wrote less than 500 words my first day and around 1,000 the second. I have kicked it into a higher gear since then–4,000 words on Friday alone–but Mondays will never equate to many words. Not with my schedule.
However, my first week has gone well and taught me a few things:
1. 50,000 words is a lot more than I thought
2. I can write about 700 words an hour if I have a full cup of tea and a mind fuller of ideas
3. I am not a planner; I am a pantser
A planner being the type of writer who plans the story out more than not, and a pantser being one who flies by the seat of his pants. I thought I was a planner. How could I not be with so many notebooks filled with ideas, corrections, and notes on my stories? However, I realized this weekend that I am decidedly a pantser. A duo of characters appeared unexpectedly in the story, fulfilling a role I had just realized needed filled. I didn’t know what would come of them or what their purpose was. They simply formed as the words flowed from my fingertips to the keyboard. When I pointed this observation out to my husband, he laughed at me.
“Of course you’re a pantser,” he said. “You always have been.”
Ah, the things you never notice about yourself. But now I know. And knowing is half the battle.