Okay, since I published my last post, I have gained another 2000 words on my story entry for NaNoWriMo which leaves me with another 47000 words, which if I were to distribute them roughly, would limit me to 20 chapters. That is not a bad achievement considering that I have finally broken the chains of zero-inspiration and with a plot all 'neatly' (pffft) laid out, I am raring to go! All I can think of is finishing this little horror child of mine.
And therein lies the problem. My entry for NaNoWriMo (I swear, this is the worst word to type) is horror. Supernatural horror, and this is the first time I have ever attempted to write it. Last night when I went to bed shortly after midnight trying to imagine the following scene, a face so horrendous plastered itself onto mine and *#$% if I almost didn't piss myself! Was I cool about it? You bet your ass I was! I turned away from the window and buried my head under my remaining three pillows and two cushions. Yep - seriously, in what horror movie have you ever seen the protagonist defy evil simply by closing their eyes and willing it to go away? It also helped that I prayed to the universe to give me something better to think about but that took a while to work. In that time before said universe took pity on me, I was trapped in a cold, wet shower room with 8 cubicles separated by tiled walls only waist high. It didn't help that the linoleum studded floor was wet and the stench of urine permeated the air through the grates that covered the drain running parallel to the cubicles. I was the only one standing in that windowless, dank nightmare. The only one still living, that is. Some inconsiderate unliving, intangible sh*thead was lurking in there with me.
I gave it life you see, and it was becoming stronger, flooding my mind with everything it wanted to do. It wanted me to finish it and it was breathing down my neck, touching my shoulder refusing to let me sleep. It wanted life, behaving as if typing the words on my computer could actualize it. Images flooded my mind, trapping me in a room that spun round and round and that motion dragged me deeper into the unknown undead world of that stupid, inconsiderate, intangible sh*thead. I don't know why, but writing horror as I have very quickly come to learn, is far more powerful and paralysing than writing ordinary fiction. I had always suspected it and for a long time, I chose to avoid writing horror because somehow I knew it would drag me in.
Anyway, it seems more and more likely that I will not be able to finish this little entry in time for NaNoWriMo. I am now using it instead, for my creative writing class that I am currently attending. The deadline for students to finish writing a novel based on the techniques and methodologies we learn in class is in January - far more reasonable when one thinks about it, although I get that the whole purpose of NaNoWriMo is to just write, write, and write! We'll just have to see what happens - I won't give up just yet!
Anyway, it seems more and more likely that I will not be able to finish this little entry in time for NaNoWriMo. I am now using it instead, for my creative writing class that I am currently attending. The deadline for students to finish writing a novel based on the techniques and methodologies we learn in class is in January - far more reasonable when one thinks about it, although I get that the whole purpose of NaNoWriMo is to just write, write, and write! We'll just have to see what happens - I won't give up just yet!