Is writing my poetry blog a deliberate distraction from the challenge to write a novel in a month?
Is the act of writing and rambling a way of getting the creative juices going?
I have had the main characters in my novel swirling about in my brain for a couple of years, may be longer. When I’m walking with the dogs, watching them and noticing the changing cloud formations or ripples on water, I can zone in on the action of the novel and what the characters are feeling and thinking. When I stop and feel close up to nature, my world reverts to poetry.
I find at first light I greet the day with my cup of coffee and pen poised to write about 1800-2000 words. My husband has gone out to work, the dogs are stretched out on the sofa. I love the quietitude. If it is calm and silent, my felt tip fibre pen takes off. I know this novel won’t be perfect because if I was using the language of poetry, it would probably take me the rest of my years to finish the first draft. I’m just letting the innocence of the novel flow and see where it ends.
For the Nanowrimo website I created a quick cover design and thought of a title: this may change.
I will always be a nature poet and photographer who writes the occasional novel. Even the genre is a tricky one. I don’t want to restrict myself.
Writing is freedom.