Well, I met my goal to write 5,000 words of my novel in the month of November. It feels pretty good to open up the file and see a word count of 5,078. My husband asked if the words were good ones, which is a fair question. I believe a sampling—portal, secrets, it, gold, sauerkraut, grammar, taxi, her, the, marveled, apricot, stretch, chimney—shows a range from banal to mildly intriguing.
In the spirit of randomness, here are some additional observations about the experience of starting my novel:
- I wrote the second chapter first.
- There is a sex scene in the very first chapter. Who saw that coming?
- I kept misspelling the heroine’s name (not a good sign). Then I stumbled upon the perfect name, the meaning of which is virtually the working title of the novel. (Home˃Replace)
- I had a general outline in mind, but I didn’t know what I was going to write from one paragraph to the next or even from one sentence to the next. I often thought, “Okay, now what?”
- Because I was writing for volume, there was the temptation to be wordy. I admit to using the word very eight times (though not in a row).
- On a related note, I avoided editing, because editing almost always shortens.
- I discovered that you can research the small things as you go.
- Okay, now what?
- I am very, very, very pleased with my novel so far.
- Publicly stating my goal motivated me to achieve it. (Humiliation is one of the five basic fears.)
The big question is, “Okay, now what?” I should probably call my writing coach. She’s the last person who would think I’d ever write something.