Deep breath; I can do this.
Today the Impostor Syndrome is rocketing around the room yowling and tearing at the drapes like a mad cat, and it’s pretty hard to ignore. I’m going to ignore it a little bit by laying out my plans here like a person who is capable of making plans and sticking to them, and then you, friends, can hold me accountable.
November is upon us, and that means NaNoWriMo. I’ve done it for years; it’s a seasonal reflex at this point. But this year I have so many already-in-progress projects on my plate that I’m going to use the month a little differently.
I have two (three?) shorts I want to revise; at least one of those, I am solemnly sworn to begin submitting before month’s end, so. But mostly, mostly, this month will be about The Goddamned Novel.
I’m optimistic about the shape of it since Viable Paradise — or, well, on good days I am. Today I’m pretending to be. What I have right now is the serviceable first slightly-more-than-half a novel. What I will have by the end of November is the whole thing, at least in skeleton. What I will have by the end of December (happy new year!) will be a clean, beta-ready draft. So November 2016 will be my Personal Novel Finishing Month, and I expect to be held to that.
This book actually began, lo these … six? seven? years ago, as a NaNoWriMo project. It was the first NNWM I ever “won,” 54,000+ words later. Though that ugly lump of words bears almost zero resemblance to what it has since become, it was definitely the nut that hatched this weird little tree.
Deep breath; here I go.