I hoped to write 10k words yesterday. I dreamed they would be funny, exciting, endearing, wonderfully descriptive words and they would push me so far forward in the plot that the end would practically write itself. Shockingly, this did not happen.
However, I did manage to get out just under 4700 words which may be the second highest single-day word count i've had since beginning this madness in November. (I can't be sure without the little graph from NaNoWriMo which I can no longer utilize as that part of the site is in hibernation until next November.)
I find it very doubtful that even half of those 4700 words were funny, exciting, endearing or any of the other characteristics I hoped for. But they may have been at least vaguely interesting. Our main character now has a pet chameleon (not the small animals people often keep as pets, no- in my crazy fantasy world they're sort-of like flightless dragons) because apparently it's not enough for him to learn magic, he has to do it while attempting to raise a baby chameleon which will soon be too big to fit in the house. Interesting, yes?
And, becuase of this new unexpected story line with the chameloen I am no closer to pushing the plot towards the end. In fact, it's probably going to be a lot longer now. I try not to push away any ideas when they come, even when they require me to write much more than I wanted. I wouldn't have gotten to this point if I did.
I wonder if these are the lessons i'm supposed to learn. To meander through the plot until something pops up and takes me in another direction. To just let new ideas incorporate themselves into the story line without picking and choosing which to keep and which to toss. To progress slowly in fits and bursts. I know it's not how you're supposed to write on a deadline. But maybe without one?
To let the story grow without judgement, without rushing it forward, without trying to change it into something ti doesn't seem to want to be. Not brilliant, not concise, not perfectly constructed. Just growing, like a mountain- layer by layer, spreading outwards as well as upwards. It will, of course, be a mountain (and a nightmare) to edit. But isn't that what editing's for? You get this longwinded, crazy, spotty story and then have to pick and cut and poke at it until it forms something you want. Like forming the giant slab of rock that you will later carve your masterpiece scultpture out of.
One way or another i'm writing, and that's gotta be good. And hey! Here's a shocker- I actually manged to come up with something not related to this novel and *gasp!* post it! (See below.) What a miracle that is, huh?
I don't know where all this is going to end. I'm pretty sure it won't be tomorrow night, even if I do reach 80k. And perhaps that will be disappointing. To do NaNoFiMo and miss the Fi. But maybe it will leave the door open for more. I don't know yet. But I'm going to keep writing until I find out.