It's that month again

Ridiculous challenge warning: I'm taking part in NaNoWriMo again.

NaNoWriMo, for those who don't yet know (and really, it's getting harder to avoid) stands for National Novel-Writing Month. Except it's international, and some people seem to write a collection of short stories instead. Anyway the point is you write 50,000 words during November and hope that enough of them will be good enough that you can call it the first draft. I've taken part once before, in 2011 (though I have also done the now defunct ScriptFrenzy which left me with a decent graphic novel script and a radio play I could have written better when I was twelve), when I wrote just over 22,000 words that I wouldn't otherwise have got round to. For me, NaNoWriMo is an excuse to tackle something big that I'd normally put off 'for when I've got more time'. This time it's an idea from over a year ago, and I've spent October writing 60-odd pages of notes (filling up one of my Wallace and Gromit notebooks and getting a fair way through the next) on character, setting, plot. I've got street-plans, sketch-maps, a diagram of the main character's apartment, and her family tree. I've still got a fuzzy grey spot where the main business of the plot should be though.

My tools of choice this November

For reasons of expediency I'm writing this novel longhand, thus adding hours to the total project time with the need to type up eventually, and frustrating OneMonkey every time I stop after a couple of paragraphs and quickly count the words I've just written. However, it does mean that if all I need is an A6 notebook and a biro (usually one I've picked up for free somewhere along the way) I can write on the train, for five minutes before dinner, at the interval in the theatre (and inevitably there are 2 or 3 things I want to see this month). On Day 1 this seemed to work brilliantly and I wrote far more than I expected. Day 2, however, when I was at home all day with little to do except write, my relative lack of wordcount completely cancelled out the achievements of Day 1. Lashing rain, thunder and lightning, scarily strong winds - you'd have thought it would have been the perfect day for curling up with a notebook and retreating to another world. Maybe the problem is that the other world is bone-penetratingly cold and in the grip of an energy crisis, full of corrupt officials and with not much hope in sight at the moment. Yes, not only am I attempting a detective novel this time, it's a sci-fi detective novel. OneMonkey asked if it was going to be as good as Jeff VanderMeer's Finch; no, I replied (still haven't got the hang of this self-promotion lark). Not interested then, he said with a grin. I guess I'd better go get writing and aim a bit higher.