So it is November, which for many in the writing community means NaNoWriMo, or national novel writing month. It is, for the uninitiated, 30 days writing with the goal of hitting a word target of 50 000.

I have done NaNo before, years ago. This year as I am conveniently on leave, I have decided to sort of participate. I don’t have a new project to work on but I do have three ongoing ones and so one of those is what I have chosen to work on.

At first I was going to edit the selection of short stories which will be my fifth book and then I was going to chug along adding the hopefully 50 000 words to the next book set in that world.

Then as is the way of things, the muse spoke differently. There was this other project that I had started it had been chugging along and then it stopped, there was an issue with my main character that I wasn’t sure how to figure out.

Coming into NaNo my hubby helped me figure it out, it’s nice to have someone to bounce ideas off.

Much to my delight my Kat has started to just leap off the page and as I write it feels so good. The story feels so right and I’m not sure that makes sense to someone who isn’t creative, but that is how it is.

So I am pottering along with this project, and if it keeps working then I will be close to a final draft by the time this month is over and I have to go back to my day job.

It hasn’t all been easy because there have been those dark days where I just struggle to focus, but I learnt years ago that sometimes the best thing to do in those moments is to write anyway, even if it is just a few sentences. I treat writing like a job on those days, something I have to do. Mostly I do this because if I don’t so something creative it becomes increasingly harder for me to move forward on those days where it feels like I’m slogging through a swampy bog.