7 days in and 25,005 words finished on this year’s NaNoWriMo entry, My Vienna. And I haven’t a clue where this story is going. I mean, I do. The outline is there, the super short version of it is there. The characters are there. The plot is laid out. But I don’t know what answers this story will give. I’ve been writing it in bits and pieces, instead of linearly, like I usually try to do. Some of that is because I had ideas for scenes right away and had to write them before I lost them. Some of that is because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it this year.
And, honestly, I suspect more than half of what I’ve written will get cut in the revision. Obviously, after I’ve written a lot more of the story. But right now, what I’ve got is filling the story backward. It’s almost giving me a God-like perspective Galadriel’s life after this big question comes in. All the wonders, all the wanders, all the what-ifs. And I know the answers to those. If she goes in this one particular direction, then this will happen. I have not written the other dimension, though–the one in which she chooses her own path, instead of following what she knows is right. Maybe that will the second 25,000 words?
25,000 words in, Galadriel isn’t any closer to the answer she’s seeking, and neither am I. But I’m okay with that. I’m just going to keep writing and praying and reading God’s Word until I get there. And then, Lord willing, both of our questions will be answered.
This song from Reliant K kind of says it…“The One I’m Waiting For.”
Galadriel, I’m waiting. For you. You’re the one.