Winger has been chomping at the bit to get going and it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to make him wait a couple days to start his travels. I already have the outline done and I know where I want the story to go- generally. So, why am I holding myself back from writing the story that I want to be writing and filling the time with stories I’m merely content with writing to kill the time until November starts?
It makes no sense and I decided I’ll have no more of it.
That being said, I broke the “rules” of NaNoWriMo and started Winger on his journey today and I’m glad I did. I don’t regret it in the least. Keeping him bottled up was getting kind of depressing and writing things I was only content with writing wasn’t really all that much fun.
So I can’t stick to the suggested idea of NaNoWriMo. So what? Writing isn’t about following somebody else’s rules. Writing is about taking a journey on your own time and with your own rules. Writing is about being true to the story in your heart, not the idea that November is somehow a mythical beast that will be slain by writing 50K words.
Write the story you want to write when you want to write it. That’s what writing is about.
I’m still going to try to finish by the end of November, just to see if I can. If I can’t, I’m fine with that. I know I’ll finish eventually. I just gave myself a few extra days to meet a lofty goal. Winger’s tale will be longer than 50K words anyway- maybe a good deal longer. I’m going to need those few extra days.
Letting the words flow from my fingertips felt amazing and wonderful and made me happy. I can’t say that about the rest of the stuff I’ve written over the past couple days. I don’t know about you, but I’ll take that over keeping a story bottled up inside when it wants to come out any day.
As long as I’m writing and enjoying myself, what does it matter?
Thanks for giving me the kick in the ass I needed to get moving, Ania. I appreciate it more than I could ever express.