Thursday, April 25, 2013
Okay. I took the NaNoWriMo challenge last November to write a novel of 50,000 words during the month of November (2012). I didn't quite make it, but I did make it to just over 26,000. Since I hadn't written anything of fiction in ages, I was pretty darn impressed with myself.
I found I really liked the mental exercise of writing. Then the challenge ended, work continued to be relentless and I stopped.
I started writing again tonight, but I am having a bit of a block. I am a huge fan of Stephen King. I really like the reality situational issues with a hint of otherworldliness that may or may not be menacing. I'm getting to the point in the story where if I continue I will likely scare myself and so I am holding back. I'm not being true to the story. I'm not being true to myself.
I see a parallel. Between the story and life. If I can't write the truth as I see it in my mind, regardless of how it makes me feel; how can I work through to see the truth in real life and work through how it makes me feel?
The two are synched up in an ever so circuitous manner. I need to push through this and allow myself to feel what I need to feel.
I recall an interview with Stephen King where the questioner asked if he ever scared himself as he was writing. Mr. King's response, was "Yes."
Is it okay to scare yourself? I'd say yes.
With that said, I'm still going to wait until daylight comes to write that part. Baby-steps.