NaNoWriMo was a bust. Well, not exactly a bust, but it just didn’t fit my writing style. NaNo is all about word count. Write at all costs and worry about the mistakes, the holes, and the crappy writing that you’ll have to scrap and rewrite the whole scene later later. Sorry, I don’t work that way.
Not that I insist every word be perfect before I’ll let a scene go. I don’t. But I do edit as I go. And if I know something has to be fixed, I generally fix it. To me it’s easier to fix the mistakes as I write, rather than let them pile up until I’m done. Because the way I see it, if you wait, then fixing that first fuck up you made early in chapter one could snowball and have disastrous on the rest of your manuscript.
Long story short, I only managed about 8000 words in NaNo 2013.
NaNo did reveal a few critical timing flaws in my post-apoc novel. I most definitely would have seen these flaws eventually, but the speed of NaNo made them obvious. And to fix them is going to mean creating at least on new character, deleting several scenes outright, rewriting several more scenes and adding a few scenes from scratch. In other words, it’s going to be a nightmare.
On a separate note, work on the second story in my short story web is coming along nicely. I think I figured out how to give it the feel I want. Now I just have to come up with a name for the series. Short Story Web just isn’t doing it for me, and I’m sure it won’t work for my readers either.
Mind Upload has received a total of 7 reviews on Amazon so far, and all of them have been 5 stars. In light of the recent paid review scandal that was going around the blogosphere a couple months ago, I freely admit that I call several of those reviewers friends. But if you think that our friendship had anything to do with them giving Mind Upload 5 stars, well you obviously don’t know my friends.
Did I ask my friends for reviews? Yes. Every author I know asks for reviews. But I also told them to be honest. And I have no doubt that if someone thought Mind Upload sucked, he or she would not only have told me, but also posted it on Amazon. Because that’s the kind of friends and friendships I have, honest ones. We have no problem telling one another the God’s Honest Truth, no matter how much it might hurt.
The latest 5 star review comes from Gwendolyn Norcross. I do not know Gwendolyn. All I know about her is what is listed in her Bio on Amazon. I know that her Top Reviewer Ranking is #4857 and she has reviewed a total of 417 items, not all of them books. So when she wrote that Mind Upload was “One of the BEST stories, short or otherwise, I’ve ever read,” it further validated what I and a couple of my friends knew all along. That Mind Upload is a pretty damn good short story. (BTW, Gwendolyn wrote BEST in all caps, not me.)
The short story I’ve been working on since before my trip to Chicago, the same story I had planned to have completed by November 1st, is really frustrating me. The story introduces a character that is vital to the overall plot of my Short Story Web. In other words, it’s a story I absolutely have to write.
So what’s the problem? Well, she’s a time traveler.
I’m trying to make her story, especially the story that introduces her and tells of the origin of her ability, as unique and cutting-edge as possible. Basically I’m trying to give readers the same “Holy Shit!” reaction I got from Mind Upload. But how do I do that with a time traveler story? I mean, anything is possible in a time travel story, but twists and turns are expected.
My first attempt started out promising, but then became mundane and predictable. The second try doesn’t have the same desperate feel, but is much more informative.
Instead of trying to figure out how to tell her story, I’ve decided to set it aside for now and concentrate on my post-apocalyptic novel. With NaNoWriMo starting on Friday I don’t have time to try to figure out her story. The novel is already outlined scene-by-scene. I should be able to just sit down and write. And with 50k words in 30 days upcoming, I need to be able to just write without second-guessing myself.