A week after I met the giant monthly quota, I find myself in a new situation. I don’t want to call it a problem, because it’s no more of a problem than any time I’m trying to formulate a new novel-sized Work-in-Progress that will drive me crazy for the next six to ten months.
Usually, a new book starts with a character that won’t shut up. From the character, a situation develops.
I spent a month with a main character I only partially liked writing. The best character was only in a supporting role, which makes me wonder if he’ll step closer to the camera in this new work. Whatever that may be.
What has appeared to me this time is a setting, and it’s not the setting I used for the NaNoWriMo project. It was inspired by a song from the eighties I recently rediscovered. Since I heard it, I can’t get the image out of my head.
It pains me to admit it, but I doubt that my 50K words will be used for anything. From an entire month of fingers to the keyboard, I’ve walked away with a background character that is barely developed. The rest is still a mystery.
Fortunately, I love this setting so much that I can’t feel the regret.
