For the first time since college I sat down and went through a thorough planning process. I'm a seat of the pants writer, boot up the laptop and see what pours out. This works for me with poems and short pieces of fiction on the blog but I soon realised that this wouldn't do for a longer piece of fiction. I'd soon lose the thread and start to waffle. Then I lose interest and the thing gets stuck on the hard drive with no end in sight. So I've done an extensive plan and am now padding out the character profiles ready to start writing.
I've also signed up to do Camp NaNoWriMo. I've never managed to succeed in November with NaNo but this time round you set your own word count - I've chosen 25,000 - and I hope this will get the story off to a flying start.
I'm also conscious that I've avoided the N word - no, not that one! - I can't seem to call this story a novel. Writing a novel is something other people do, people who are 'real' writers. I'm trying very hard to consider myself a 'real' writer - after all I write so I'm a writer, yes? So progress is slowly being made and I'm feeling more positive than I have for a long time. Let's hope it lasts, eh?