There is a tree across the road from my house. It's always the first tree to morph from summer green to the reds and oranges of autumn. For me, this always signals that summer is nearing it's end, and autumn is arriving. Nights get colder and days get shorter in anticipation of winter.
I want to finish the first draft of The Demon In Him in time to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year. This year, unlike the last, I am doing some pre-nano preparation. I have a great idea for a middle grade novel and while I'm known to to normally just fling myself into projects with wild abandon, I'm making myself wait. I want to hammer out details. I want to outline, and outline, and outline. I want to know what I'm going to write. I want to map out the scenes so when it comes time to write I can fling myself into my project properly, with direction and purpose.
Plus, I have a tendency to leave one project half finished before jumping into another, which I later leave half finished when I get a shiny new idea. Not this time. This time I want to finish my project before starting another. I want the satisfaction of doing one thing, doing it very well, and then moving on. If I don't get the first draft done by November, I may participate anyway, but know that I will have failed to meet my self imposed deadline.
If I finish The Demon in Him, and my Middle Grade Nano project, I will have written three books in one year. That in itself, will be a huge accomplishment. The fact that I've done more writing and more experimenting with my craft in the past twelve months alone than I have in most of my life is a huge accomplishment. I'm proud of how far I've come and the progress I've made.
I'll let you know on November 1st if I made my deadline. Wish me luck.