August 15th, 2004

this is me

he had a really big trench mouth.

I have a problem.

About a year ago, I wrote this story (which nobody beyond myself has ever read). I liked the concept quite a bit - the narrator was funny, the situations were fantasy/sci-fi, it was wonderful. I wrote a few pages of the story and forgot about it once school began.

Flash forward to two weeks ago. I was digging through my writing folders (which includes such illustrious names as "Attempts At Being Creative", "Fanfiction", "Future 'Novels'", "Novel", and "Unknown"), just looking at my old writing, when I came across this story.

I fell in love with it again.

I have it all planned out, now - the protagonist, the setting, the situations - everything. I know exactly what words I will use and how I will use them. It has the potential of being anywhere from one book to fifty - it's that flexible. I am in love and I want to write it so goddamn bad.

The long-term problem? Well, it's the sort of thing that I believe will be perfect for NaNoWriMo. This story has places (dozens of them, in fact) for completely unrelated mini-stories that I can tie in to make related. If I get sick of writing about the romance bullshit or whatever - no problem! I'll just send a dragon off to kill someone - and it won't ruin the story in the least. It's brilliant.

The more immediate problem? I want to write it now. It's in my head, just rattling around, and I need to write it. I don't want to lose this story, and if I don't begin to write it soon, I will.

I've been discussing this with my mother, and she suggested that I begin it now and just write another 50,000 words to it in November - which really makes a lot of sense. It would be of a more appropriate size and I'd have the painful things (plot, characters) already lined out. I don't know if I want to do this, though, because my favorite part of NaNoWriMo last year was developing the plot and characters and then letting them develop on their own.

So yeah. I have no idea of what I'll do. Maybe - and this is iffy - I'll write the first book before November and write the sequel during November. Tempting.

We'll see.

(I spent my day digging through books. I now have two shelves of books to read and/or reread. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic, especially since I'll be doing my English work this week and will have no time to read anything. God I'm lame.)

i'm going to put my hands in the air
and my hips on yours...
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