Well, it's been a time. I've been busy (day job, immigration paperwork, health insurance paperwork, writing deadlines, freelance deadlines, Pitch Wars deadlines), just as you've all been busy, I'm sure. And the end of it, for the moment, is this: It's almost time to let go of the WIP, send it off into the world, and see what fortunes befall it. And we all know what that means: It's time to start writing another book.
Strange, isn't it, that the writing is never done. Books are never finished, only abandoned (according to someone whose identity is disputed online). If the WIP sells, that'll mean more (welcome) work. But even setting that aside, even for the moment, leads into the always-standing question: What comes next?
I've been pushing this particular rock up a hill for a rather long time now. I'm excited to start something new. I have ideas bubbling away under the surface. But part of me can't help but look down that hill and think Again? Didn't I just do that? I almost feel like I've forgotten how to start a book. I have to remind myself that everything is malleable - that what I wrote in the first draft of WIP bears almost no resemblance to the finished-for-now words on the page.
Anyway, this all to say, it's once again time for NaNoWriMo. It's my ninth year participating. I'm feeling a little trepidation this year (I'd really like to be about 150% farther in the planning than I currently am - I want a stronger handle on my world!), but I'm leaping in nonetheless. We'll see what happens. November 1, I'm looking at you from 30 minutes out. Time to do this thing.