So. NaNo is about to start. My life has been more than hectic. It's my senior year, and band + AP classes + college applications + piano = no time to breathe. So, it should come as no surprise that I feel totally unprepared for this NaNo. Like, completely unprepared. Which I shouldn't feel, by the way. I have the whole book plotted out.
I just don't want to write that. Great timing, right? You see, the plot is one that I come up with over the summer. I tried to write it but without NaNo I basically can't write anything. But, I did flesh out all the plot.
Fast forward a couple of months. All of the sudden NaNo appears. Desperately I try to find a plot-- any plot-- and I come up with the dusty remnants of my failed summer attempts. It's the easy way out. After all, I already have the idea, the characters-- everything. ((Well, except for the very ending, I'm still not sure what I want to happen))
It's just for every other NaNo I've been excited. I've loved the plot. I thought it was amazing. I thought it was the one, that this was the year. ((Can you tell I'm a Cubs fan?)) But this year? Not so much. Yeah, I like the plot...but I don't know. I just don't want to commit. By the way here's the one sentence summary of the plot--
After witnessing the death of her entire family, one woman escapes into her mind-- into the false reality of a Greek myth-- and looses all touch with reality, including the one doctor that won't give up.
Hmph. I don't know. I just...don't know. I mean, I like it. Kind of. Sort of. *sigh* It's kind of a bad time to have second thoughts. Perhaps once I start writing I'll remember why I liked the plot in the first place.