I finally – finally! – hit 50,000 words on my novel this morning. I would consider this quite the accomplishment if I hadn’t been working on the damned thing for six F-ing months. Normally I keep a better pace than this. I can usually knock out 500 words a day, easy. And for the past few years I’ve managed to spit out 50K every November for NaNoWriMo.
Let me tell you, writing a 50K novel in a month is FUN. Your whole world revolves around the all-powerful word count. It’s a grueling pace: 2K per day – knowing that you’ll miss a few days to give your poor fingers a rest (I keep the wrist-brace on standby for Novembers)
And what you end up with… Well, let me tell you: it is NOT good. When you’re slamming through a novel at that pace, (all the while consuming enough caffeine to fuel a family of five) there’s no time for finesse. There’s no time for revision. There’s no time for fixing obvious and ridiculous plot holes and characterization flaws. There's no time for bathing.... er.... never mind...
But none of that matters as long as you FINISH. As Chris Baty, the founder of NaNoWriMo says: “It’s not about quality. It’s about quantity.”
But this novel is different. This novel is special. This is number seven. Lucky number seven. Magical number seven. It’s different from the others in so many ways. Mainly: genre. The others were all tripey, dorky romance novels with ever-increasing levels of s-e-x.
The genre on this one is tricky. I’ve jokingly called it “vampire erotica” which is really not true. For one thing, I’m not intending my MC to actually get any – not in this book anyway. Though there’s plenty of innuendo. I prefer to think of it as “urban fantasy” though my dear friend and writing-club buddy insists on calling it “paranormal romance”
We’re not the only ones who disagree. There is a lot of debate in the industry about what defines each genre. Some people lump the two together, but I really feel like there's a third genre, sort of the Green Party of modern fantasy.
There are plenty of authors and series who really straddle the line between urban fantasy and para-romance, and in my opinion they deserve a new classification. Patricia Briggs, Kelley Armstrong, Kim Harrison, Rachel Caine, even Keri Arthur who’s about the diiiiiirtiest of the bunch, don’t write pure para-romance. (And oh, how I LONG to someday be included in the same sentence as these writers!) The stories are more about the journeys and growth of the female leads than their love-lives. Yes, romance is a component, but it isn’t the driving point of the story.
Anyway. None of that is the point. The point is that I’ve finally hit 50K with this thing. Shooting for a total of 80-90K by November, so I’ve still got a way to go, but, Hey! 50K!