As I write this, it is the morning of November 3rd, Day 3 of NaNoWriMo. I missed my Day 1 goal of 5,000 words by just over 400, so all in all, not a bad start. Yesterday was pretty slow up until late afternoon. The words just weren’t coming to me and I was struggling to get every paragraph out. I ended up writing what may be the shortest chapter of my life, right around 4 pages. However, I knew that my next chapter would propel my word count into the range I was hoping for. And as it happened, I was right. In all, I wrote 16 pages yesterday, with a word count within a hundred words of the first day’s tally. As it stands, I am at 9,072 words and 31 pages after two days. I’d hoped to top 10K by the second day, but honestly, I’m still extremely happy with where I am.
This NaNo is going to be an interesting one. I’ve never written a sequel without the benefit of the first installment existing in full before. I have no doubt that I will stumble a few times. Probably more than a few. But I’m not thinking about the difficulties. I’m just thinking about the story and the experience I’ll gain trying something as radical as this. If I can write a successful sequel to a book that isn’t even finished yet, that will open up my mind to endless possibilities. I’m looking at it as a writing exercise, something to work my brain and make my creative muscle stronger. And I already feel it working. I’m sure I’ll come across frustration later in the story. Maybe even sooner than later. But that’s all part of what it is to write. The highs are high and the lows are low. It’s a package deal. But it’s the experience as a whole that you look back on. So far, this experience has been amazing. I really hope I don’t eff it all up.