Over the past month I have been working on something, I am not sure if it will eventually be a novel or a novella. Currently I sit at roughly 10,000 or so words in, but this is purely first draft stuff and I already know spots where I need to do more work. Of course I am currently still only in the middle of the roughest part of the process so still quite a ways to go.
I have felt like I am dragging slowly through this, I mean the visible parts of this are where I am taking my word counts from. When you look at roughly 10,000 words in a month's time that is really no NaNoWriMo, it feels like snails pace. But then I look around and realize that I am only scratching the surface of this world that is revealing itself to me not only through this story but additional work that I have been writing as I work through it all.
It wasn't until last night that I was even sure the name of the character who this particular story focuses on. I have been calling him a place holder name for quite some time with only a general idea of who he is. Last night as I drove my future son in law to work I had a bit of time to sit and think on the dark snowy roads and just out of the blue it hit me and then it all started clicking.
Granted I am still quite a ways from being done, everyday there is a bit more to uncover. But there is something about knowing the name of who you are talking to that makes communication that much easier. Ah, the life of a pantser, creating a world without a roadmap. I wonder if there is an app tied to Google maps for that?
I can't really talk to much more write now. This space isn't for figuring stuff out. It is for sharing, and without knowing more it isn't my place to share just yet. I guess as I move through I will be able to reveal more in small glimpses. The glimpse for now: The base for this is steampunky, urban fantasy-esque. Makes sense considering these are places I spend most of my time anyway.