I do it to myself every year. Every year I sign up for NaNoWriMo, knowing full well that I’ll fail. I write for a living. When I get home at night, wringing an extra 1667 words from my brain, when all I want to do is eat and sleep is just never going to happen.
But at least participating encourages me to sit down and write, even if it is only a few hundred words a day. This year it also encourages me to rediscover my love for my 2017 project – The Regulator.
I fell out of love with it after a major case of writer’s block, and ended up on an ultimately fruitless dive in to the realms of fairy tale and fantasy. Choosing a project for NaNoWriMo that would not leave me banging my head against the wall in frustration forced me to face the fact that I’m not cut out for fantasy writing. Space ships and big fucking guns are way more my style.
So, I got a new cover sorted out, dusted off the file in Dabble, mended a few plot holes, tweaked a few characters and set off for the the stars once more. So far, so good. Now, if I could just nail the look for my main female character. Despite hers being the principle point of view I’m still a little sketchy on her look. Perhaps that’s something I need to place in the hands of fate. If I find her I’ll know I’m on the right track.