Doing NaNoWriMo is tapping into deep places for me.

It’s funny because ‘the story’ is coming easily – stages of it, parts of it.

One short story that has puzzled me for a long time is there ready to be incorporated.

Another short story that puzzled me is referenced by passages I’ve written, and needs to be checked out when I find it.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t find it until next month, say – I know it is part of this.

Doing NaNoWriMo has been intensely troubling for me.

I should have known – I have said before that, whatever I write, it is all one story – my own.

I knew I wasn’t a short story writer – if I keep on, I expect I shall find a novel-length endeavour to fit them all in, each and every one – all those hanging around, not going anywhere, not finished.

They only hang around because I haven’t, yet, done the novel-length(s) that surround them.

Having said this, I feel better.

But I find the pace and method of NaNo – the ‘come-on-do-the-first-draft-or-you-won’t-know-which-way-to-turn’ – too much.

Okay – I know there is acknowledgement for ‘pantsers’ – but come on – I don’t want to be known by that name!  I don’t go skidding along by the seat of my pants.

I’m far too genteel for that!