Both Camp NaNoWriMo and NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) have come with warming temperatures and a riot of budding flowers. I’m writing this the day before it’s set to publish and I’ve already spent an hour this morning out of doors, weeding, watering, pruning, and watching my dogs play. The best thing about spring in the South is the fact that you can spend long periods of time outside without sweating your body weight or getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. The worst thing about spring in the South is that it doesn’t last very long.
Such weather makes writing easy. (Well, easier. I still feel like writing this novel is akin to pulling a nail from my foot (and yes, I do know what that feels like).) The mind, like the warming soil, becomes fertile. Story ideas come more vividly and not every word reads like a heap of garbage (only every other word).
Willows of Fate is inching ever close to my goal of 80,000 words. I hope to have the novel’s first draft finished by the end of the month. My changed strategy, to write the ending and then work my way backward, has been going really well. It’s making me examine plot points I introduced at the beginning of the book, rather than my forgetting about them by the time I got to where I’m writing now.
No first draft is perfect but, hopefully, this draft won’t make my beta readers pull their hair out. I’m very proud of my novel thus far. I think you guys are really going to enjoy it.
Does springtime make it easier for you to write or read?