5 years ago, I made a decision to write a novel for NaNoWriMo. The working title was Mirror Mirror, then the final product was going to be Mirrored Worlds. Unfortunately, something happened, and Mirrored Worlds got put on the backburner. I have since added to the novel, but not substantially. Depression-induced writer’s block (and a hint of perfectionism) were the blame.
Since then, I have written…nothing. Okay, that’s a lie. I did write a play. But besides writing in my blog, I’ve written nothing of substance. I chalk it up to writer’s block, depression, and as of 2 years ago, kids.
So why am I going to do this again, knowing that I probably won’t succeed? Because as I said in my last post (kinda), writing is an outlet of mine. Whether it’s me writing a blog entry, or writing short stories or novels. Writing is my sanity catalyst. And heaven knows that I need all the catalyst I can get right now, considering my 3rd breakdown last night. Yes, it’s that bad. That, and I’m fucking crazy. 50,000 words? I barely made it to 15,000 before.
I probably wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t have some inspiration. After a session of gaming, I went to their forums where someone was doing drawing commissions for in-game currency. I have 9 characters in this game, and I wanted her to draw them all. Then she asked the question.
Do they have personalities?
One thing I remember getting praised for in high school was creating complex characters, and doing so in a short period of time. So I gave it to her. And the rest, so to speak, is history. Unfortunately, her drawing may never be done because of her real life. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop my little project. This time though, I’ll focus more on actually completing than perfection. The working title: Dysfunction.
So there it is. TL;DR version: I’m going to do NaNo for the second time. And this time, it will get done. If you are participating this year, feel free to add me.