I'll been pounding away on the NaNo novel. It's been wild and crazy and exactly why I love writing. The characters have taken over and I'm just the conduit with fingers flying to tell the story. This is the best part to me. It's like I'm reading the story as it's being written. How cool is that?
Now, before I get all carried away with my exuberance...there's a catch to this. For some reason, in Week Two of the challenge, the brain freezes up, the story falters and all bets are off. Every word has to be ripped out like pulling teeth--with dirty pliers in the grimy back room of a drug-addled quack. Dramatic? Yeah, and so is the agony of hitting the wall. My evil twin will rise from the sub-basement to torment me with novels unfinished; wake me in the deep dark hours after midnight to blast me with self-doubt and a whole bucket load of flagellation about my lack of writing skills. One year she won and I quit, bowing to the truth: I can't write worth a damn.
Another year she beat on me until I cried uncle, but Alan talked me into just writing whatever came into my head and by some miracle I got through the Dreaded Week Two and finished the book days before the challenge ended at the end of November.
It's a crap shoot, really. How strong am I in resisting that devilish whisper that I'm going to fail? Can I withstand the evil twin's negative input? Do I believe I can write? Today I do. Ask me again next week.
Here's a slapped together cover for the book. I wanted something to put on my NaNo web page though this isn't in the least impressive or professional. Still, we know not to judge a book by its cover...don't we?