WRITING A NOVEL IS A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE,
DURING WHICH THE HAIR OFTEN FALLS OUT
AND THE TEETH DECAY.
I'M ALWAYS IRRITATED BY PEOPLE WHO IMPLY THAT WRITING
FICTION IS AN ESCAPE FROM REALITY.
IT IS A PLUNGE INTO REALITY
AND IT'S VERY SHOCKING TO THE SYSTEM.
I'm heading back into the woods with a messier version of the horror manuscript I worked on last Camp NaNo. It's similar to the version I took to The Breakout Novel Intensive 2.0 conference I went to in September. That novel is still here. It's become a goopy toasted melted marshmallow clinging to my fingers - delicious and sticky. It won't wash off. It won't let me go. The story wants to be told but it won't tell me how.
My antagonist creeps me out, and yet I'm supposed to spend a lot of time with her. In the woods. In the dark. Gulp.
My protagonist and the rest of the "good guys" make me want to weep because I know bad stuff is coming their way, and I want to warn them, but I can't.
Logic problems swarm me like mosquitos. Motivations miss curfew. Plot twists flit about like fireflies - glowing brilliantly one moment, disappearing into the darkness the next.
And I wouldn't miss any of it - Camp NaNo, writing fiction, this creepy story that haunts me - for the world. Even if I end up like O'Connor says above, bald and toothless, it's still worth it. It is so worth it.
Anyone else going to Camp? Working on a summer project or goal? Share in the comments and let's support each other. Let's make sure we all avoid the poison ivy.