A Journey To Make
Here it is, the second day of NaNoWriMo and I’m still rocking along right on schedule! It’s been a bit of a challenge for me this year; usually in 2 hours I can get somewhere between 2,000-2,300 words written, but yesterday and today it’s taken me that long just to get to 1,700! I know a lot of it is me trying to accustom myself to the vernacular of the 1930s. This is exactly why I spend my time writing things with a more modern setting. I’m not giving up, though! It’s just a matter of getting used to thinking in a 1930s mindset.
I’m really loving the character of Molly so far. She’s just now setting out to go home for her father’s funeral, and until now I had never been quite sure of two things: 1.) Why did she leave her home? and 2.) Why is it so hard for her to return? Molly’s one of those characters who has a tendency of talking back to me while I’m writing and making me understand why she does what she does, and I was writing today I came to the realization that the answer to both of those questions was the same. It gave me an extra paragraph and upwards of 100 words. That might not seem like much to you, but it meant a lot to me today, so I give my thanks to Molly Van Saint for being unafraid to tell me exactly what she’s thinking.
Full disclosure, I’ve only got this thing plotted out through the first time Molly hops a train. Beyond that, I’m wandering blind and it’s kind of freaking me out. I know there’s an incredible journey ahead of me and things will start falling into place as I go along, but it’s still a little unnerving letting the characters take the reigns on this one. That’s what has to happen, though. I honestly think Molly has to decide her own journey and I just have to follow along.
