Insecure Writer's Support Group.
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This month's co-hosts are: Tonja Drecker, Diane Burton, Rebecca Douglass, and some weirdo named M.J. Fifield.
This month's (optional) question asks, "Win or not, do you usually finish your NaNo project? Have any of them gone on to be published?"
My answer: No, and no. As you can see on the sidebar, I've managed a few NaNo wins, but I have yet to actually complete a NaNo manuscript. I always seem to need a lot more than 50,000 words to do that. One of these days, I hope to both finish and publish one or two of them, but that day has yet to come.
Anyway, there's something else I wanted to talk/ramble about today—an exceptionally strange phenomenon that's only occurred one other time in recorded history (of this blog, anyway)...
I'm not feeling particularly insecure.
I know at this moment you're probably checking to see if hell has frozen over (insert M.J.-thinks-Florida-is-hell joke here), and I've certainly checked a time or two myself because it's just so damn odd. I am chronically insecure. I am chronically insecure about being insecure, and yet...here I am, not particularly insecure.
The last time this happened was about a month before my debut novel (fine, only novel), Effigy, was released. How I ever managed to be not insecure at any point leading up to that is absolutely beyond me, but it did happen. And here it is, happening again just as I am getting close(r) to releasing Novel #2.
But wait...it gets stranger.
As some of you may have seen on social media over the weekend, I had a moment while working on my "final" edits where I actually liked my book. And when I got to the end of that initial read-through—all 842 pages—there was only one scene (a short one, too!) that I deemed truly terrible and in need of some work. One. That's it. Just one.
And I don't know how to feel about that. (Besides, you know, suspicious...)
But I'm not particularly insecure. Sure, it's now November, and I will very likely being going yet another year without releasing this novel (Note to self: when you think you're ready to publish Novel #3, just go ahead and add two years to your estimate because that's how the first two went.), but that doesn't even seem to be bothering me as much as it normally would. It's almost like I've just accepted that this book will be done when it's done—and it (almost) doesn't matter how long it takes.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Who know how long this zen-like state will last (I'm honestly surprised it lasted long enough for me to write this post), but let's hope I can enjoy it a little while it's here.
All right, so that will do it for me. I'm off to be insecure about not being insecure...I mean, edit.
If you're taking part in NaNoWriMo, this month, best of luck to you!!
Thanks for stopping by today!