I've been spending a lot of time writing my outline for A Borrowed Life, the tentative title for the novel I'm going to write in November for NaNoWriMo. Even though I've just been researching and working on the plot, I know this will pay off next month when I'm spending every single day bleeding words, hoping they will coagulate into a novel.
All my life I've been a voracious reader. I usually read at least two books at a time, and love immersing myself into an author's world and watching their characters live out their plot. I never dreamed that I would ever be able to create my own world. And once I did, I never dreamed that I would be able to share it with anyone else. But I did, and I can, and I will!
Writing a book is easy. Putting the words in the correct order is hard. It's one of those beautiful hards though. Like carrying a baby for nine months, laboring and delivering, and being so overwhelmed with that seven pounds of joy. I never thought I would be able to put my words down, then feel joy at going back to read them. It is though. Even if no one else ever likes my stories, I do.
So, I've got the rest of this month to finish polishing my outline. Then the marathon starts. I can't wait! And I really hope that A Borrowed Life is something people want to read someday.
Yes, I am still working on Planted. It's my baby, and I can't wait until I'm ready to send it off to be rejected by agents and publishers... until she finds her perfect home on the best sellers lists!!!