Ploughing through the Middle – #NaNoWriMo
If you drive cross-country on U.S. 80, you have to drive through Nebraska. It’s inevitable. Get out your favorite music, because you’re about to drive four hundred miles of the dreariest landscape you’ll ever see.
That’s what it feels like when you reach the midpoint of your NaNoWriMo challenge. That’s where I am…about to reach 25,000 words.
The excitement of the beginning of my story has faded; the thrill of an ending is still far in the distance…sort of like the Wyoming border when you’re halfway through Nebraska. You know it’s coming; but you have to push yourself to get there.
The middle of my novel seems dreary. It seems to be flat, colorless and seemingly endless – like Nebraska.
But I drove through Nebraska on 80 from east to west one year and then west to east the next year. I made it through the middle and then on to Wyoming and the Rockies. I beat the resistance, as Steven Pressfield might say. I’ll beat it again in my novel.
My goal is to reach the equivalent of California and the Pacific in my novel…
…and have an ending as spectacular as Big Sur.
Snow on the beach...
Meandering49 