Novel Number Two

You’d think that, having just worked ridiculously hard to finish the first draft of a novel, I’d want to do anything but work on another novel.

Except I do. I want to do it all over again.

I know I still have to wrestle the first one into shape, but I can’t do anything with it until 3/27 at the earliest, when my critique group will have returned it to me with their comments, suggestions, notes and corrections. In the meantime I feel like i want to take everything I learned in the past few months, about writing a long long story, and put to work again.

So I dragged out the draft of the novel I started in 2012 (two years after I started the Novel Number 1 as a NaNoWriMo project too). It’s set in the same universe and I’m itching to get back there again. I remember why I gave up on this one. I lost the voice. I lost the lightness I had intended it to have. I hadn’t yet finished a novel and it felt pointless to be working on another one, without knowing (believing) I could finish it.

So now I’ve imported the existing 35K words into Scrivener, broken it up all into scenes, started capturing character notes and plot points, and read through it. Instead of being discouraged by its imperfection, I am now tickled by the bits that do work: The things that I know I can use to power the plot of the story.

I have an existing story that I can refer back to. I have a really strong sense of this world, this city, that I have created. I know the people. I want to hang out with them some more. (A different cast, mostly, but the same city).

Next steps: Identify the through-story, the big action scenes that’ll make the story fun, and then think really, really hard about all the pieces that have to be put in place to make it all hang together.

I’m excited.