NaNoWriMo is just around the corner. And, after weeks of indecision (should I or shouldn’t I?), I’ve decided not to join it for this year.
I’ve got nothing against it. It’s just that, for reasons I’ve yet to form a coherent explanation for, I’m finding it harder and harder to write. It’s like some sort of massive writer’s block, and it stays even though I’ve tried all I can to go around or punch right through it. It’s not that I’ve got no ideas for a new story, I’ve at least 3 usable ones with plot already made and ready, it’s just the putting-on-paper part that’s bothering me.
I’ve no trouble with writing. But I seem to have problem to make them last. Nowadays I can a paragraph, maybe two, three, a dozen if they’re particularly small. And they will be nice, readable, and begging to be continued. But then I stopped. I can’t go on. This is not working so well.
No, wait. Maybe a week ago I can do that. Nowadays I can only make a paragraph. One. And then my brain goes full stop. Nowadays I have problem starting the writing, and continuing it.
Which is a shame, because I’ve worked hard on making a full-fledged plot and plans and everything for this potential new novel. New story. I have characters running and jumping in my head like a real person, a world all set up with places to go and ornaments to admire. Maybe I’ll manage to get a vignette or two, but a fully formed story would be difficult.
And now I’ve noticed that most of my sad unfinished story will probably only end up in my hard drive, never seeing the light of other people’s eye. What the heck. Here are some bits and pieces. Unedited.