Starting out without a plot was probably (certainly) a bad decision.
I’m not convinced I’ll ever do it (NaNoWriMo) again.
It showed me how much time I have available in my day. I don’t want to always spend that time on writing but now, for instance, I know that I really do have time to exercise.
I do not have high hopes for the story but I haven’t brought myself to read it all the way through so we’ll see.
On the (rare) days I knew where my plot was going I could write quite quickly. So that’s an incentive to plot out my next novel in a lot more detail than I did with the last one.
Working on one project so incessantly gave me a huge ton of ideas and inspiration to work on other projects.
So overall, I’m glad that I did it. It taught me a lot about writing and I now have a book that will, at the very least, entertain a few friends.
This picture is from Castello Aragonese in Ischia. I have no idea if that was originally meant to be a heart but I liked it.
When I was 6 I dreamed I would be an Olympic athlete. I didn’t believe that anyone could turn 18 years old and not be disappointed if they had never competed in the Olympics. I dreamed of being a rock star and an engineer. I dreamed of doing a PhD and of being married.
I have always dreamed of things I want to do, places I want to go and people I want to be. I’ve achieved some of these dreams and put aside others.
I don’t think dreaming is a problem in itself, and I can’t understand living in any other way, but it does mean that sometimes I get impatient and dissatisfied with the life I’m living now. It’s as if I’m always waiting for my ‘real life’ to start. This is obviously foolish.
This realisation has led me to believe that the originally planned scope of this blog was far too narrow. It was looking forward to the future and celebrating the steps I took to get ‘there’. But it wasn’t celebrating where I am now. Life is an adventure, not a destination and my adventure doesn’t start once I reach a certain peak, I’ve been on it all along.