Process - What Have I Gotten Myself Into?!

Now the fear really sets in. What in the world have I gotten myself into? I was feeling so good - I had a strong idea about my character. I understand her world and what she's up against. With the help of some other NaNoWriMo folks, I found some cool software that already is doing an awesome job organizing stuff. It's called Inspiration and is as fun to play with as it is useful; I'm thinking I'll use it for more than just writing when I'm done with this project.

After spending the day dividing my time between replacing a power supply so that I'll still be able to print this month and getting ready for Halloween, I didn't exactly finish up some of the prep work I thought I would for today. Serves me right, I suppose, for delaying so long in deciding to do this. AND I largely failed at the Halloween prep part; small person had a costume on just in time for dad to come home and take him out trick-or-treating while I managed to get one of the three pumpkins carved. That was about as good as I got.

At least I had bought candy the day before so that I didn't have to hide in a dark house pretending we were all gone. And I still have candy left over to fuel whatever creative writing I manage to get to today.

So now I'm getting ready to sit down and write and I'm wondering where in the heck to even begin. Does everyone else have this problem? Can I go back on my promise to blog this whole process and NOT put my very first (sure-to-be lame) attempts online right away? Maybe I start my drafts offline and then paste them in later when I'm feeling better about this.

Yeah, right - then I'll have found myself an out and it will be that much tougher to get myself to do this out in the open like I'd intended. I think I'll go procrastinate a bit & see how others are getting started and/or play with the Inspiration tool a bit more, filling in the various character, scene, plot, and setting scraps that I did work out yesterday on the scraps of Dilbert and Garfield day-to-day calendar pages.

Deep breaths; it's only a month...