I got curious last night, which is always a bad thing I’ve found, and pulled out my NaNoWriMo story from last year. Iwrote 14,000 words last year, in a baby-induced, drowsy fog with absolutely not planning except for a one sentence story idea. I also wrote the entire thing by hand in a Moleskine notebook. The crazy thing is I had no idea what I wrote last year.
I opened it, read the first sentence and recalled vaguely my story idea. Still, the whole thing is hazy. I guess a year of not sleeping through the night will do that to a person. I don’t think I’ll ever revisit this story. Maybe I’ll give it to someone else to read to see if anything is there. For some reason, I feel anxiety just from thinking about it.
This year I hope things will be different. I plan on writing this year on my laptop. This should help tremendously with editing. I love the romance of writing in a notebook by hand, but I just don’t have the time to write something by hand and then type it.
Also, I’ve done some planning ahead of NaNoWriMo. This should allow me to at least start with a coherent story. Where it ends up, I don’t know.
On an unrelated note, my wife, daughter, and I went to the library for the second time this week. When I first moved to this area I didn’t think the library was that great, but the more I go there the more I like it. There’s even a kids area where my daughter likes to play and especially likes to hold this huge “Cat in the Hat”. We picked up a book and cd pack by author Sandra Boynton for my daughter and The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman for me/my daughter.