Sometimes we need motivation to write.
It’s not that the ideas are not in my head. No, they are floating around in there, taking up valuable space. Space that could be used for something productive, like deciding to do the dishes, or how to start a novel.
The story idea bubbles in my head bump into and absorb all regular thought bubbles that normal people have bouncing to and fro. Instead of popping and disappearing, my story idea bubbles incorporate regular thought bubbles into themselves. Yesterday, when we first started NaNoWriMo, I had no clue how to start my novel. I’d read that you should start out with a question to answer. I can’t remember where I’d read it. There have been so many blogs, articles, and books I’ve read lately to prepare to start my writing career that I can honestly say, I would have to go back and re-read everything to be able to quote anyone. So I’m not going to quote. I am just going to say that I’d read it. Because I did and it stuck in a thought bubble in my head.
So this thought bubble Nano story that I’ve been outlining and researching had no real start. Where was I gonna get the first sentence? How the hell do you start a novel?
Yes, I did think those things. Even though I’d read a lot about how to prepare, get through writer’s block, and sell a novel, I didn’t really read anything about how to start the damned thing. Except that one time, when I’d read that you should start with a question.
That’s the thought bubble I woke up to yesterday. What question should I start my novel with?
When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, my eye’s were puffy, because I’d tossed and turned all night. I’d thought, “What the hell did I get myself into?”
And that was it! That’s the bubble that got sucked into this soapy story idea My main character, looking into the mirror, puffy eyed, and asking, “What the hell did I get myself into?”
Easy, right? I guess, but up until that second, I was panicked that I wouldn’t have anything to write. Now I’ve started and I’m still panicked. But today, it wasn’t so bad. I just asked myself, “So, what happens next?”
I’d looked at my outline, and away we went. But there was one more thing that motivated me today.
Yup, Chocolate. The other motivator.
If I could at least type the minimum of 1,666 words, I’d get that piece of chocolate. Not just any chocolate, either. Hershey’s Dark Chocolate.
I typed 2,035 words.
Yay, me!
Let’s see what tomorrow’s motivation will be…
M.