So, it’s like this: I completed my 50,000 word draft for NANOWRIMO back in November. I told myself I would put it aside for the whole of December (which was just as well given the whole Christmas thing…) and in the new year, with the perspective which comes with distance, I’d pick it up again, and start work in earnest knocking it into shape. Well, we’re now two days into the new year, and have I joyously re-read my draft? Have I fixed the holes in the plot? Eradicated the contradictions? Er….what do you think?
Partly this is my usual procrastination. There’s no better housewife than a writer with revisions to do. I can find all manner of other jobs which absolutely need to be done before I can even think about sitting down with such a big project as a whole novel. I’ve written my piece for one of the writers’ groups. I’ve subbed a story to one of the women’s mags. I’ve even taken down the Christmas decorations. But I’ve not touched the novel.
I wish it were just laziness – the awful thought of having to come up with solutions to the problems I know currently exist with the book. But it’s more than that – it’s fear. The whole joy of NANO is the liberation in putting your inner editor to one side and simply getting on with the writing. But now I have to invite the inner editor back. And I’m scared that when I start reading, she’s going to hate the whole thing.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll make a start. Maybe. Unless I can find some ironing to do… 😉