In the Foothills of 50,000 Words
Creativity has me in its grip. Five days and 5,000 words into NaNoWriMo and I find myself moving into the foothills.
The story I’m writing is unfolding and coming alive in a different way than I thought. I expected this to happen after I exiled my internal editor. I’m free to create without judgment. This goes for characters as well. People I knew show up in my thoughts. People I know stand in the forefront of my thoughts, as if they’re ready to audition for my story. People who are dead talk and laugh again because of my thoughts. I pick and choose their characteristics to create my characters.
I struggled on the first and second days of writing because I felt the anxiety of the blank page. On the third day, the idea to change the way I would tell the story floated into my thoughts like a dream, which set the stage for some good writing on days four and five.
For sure, there are bumps in the read ahead. Challenges galore. Like the infamous second week of NaNoWriMo, when you seem to “hit the wall” like a marathon runner.
But no real challenge is easy and without risk. And when there is no risk, there is no real satisfaction when you achieve your goal. And for those of us who committed to writing 50,000 words in November, we press on like the marathoner who “busts” through the wall and finishes the race.
And so as I climb the foothills, the peak will start to seem lower and eminently reachable. Even if it’s not pretty when I do.