Well…it’s that time of the year again! National Novel Writing Month, when writers make resolutions that they may or may not keep.
For years. I have bitten off more than I can chew, promising myself that I can write a novel in thirty days. I have failed spectacularly.
Last year, not in November, I proved that I could rewrite a manuscript that I thought I had lost in less than two weeks. I amazed myself when that happened, and I do not think that that was an isolated incident.
I have it in me to get wa-a-ay farther in my novel than I have in the last two months. I am fifty-one pages into Hard Pressed, and I have had a frustrating track record of not getting past that point, no matter how many times I have re-written and revised.
I believe in this version of the story, and I know that I can finally finish it. That is my challenge this month. Wish me well!