CampWriMo #3
Today was more fluid again. I went back to my character Mills, the soon to be single mother. I suppose I’m drawing more from my own experiences than when I write Fiona the anorexic. But it has also highlighted how much of the details you forget of your children’s baby years. I’ve forgotten so much. Funny, cos at the time it seemed they would never end. So, cherish them now because they don’t last that long, not in the grand scale of things.
One thing that struck me today was how intrinsic food is to family life, etiquette, interaction, and how disarming it must be when you have someone in the family who isn’t functioning in the normal acceptable way around food. This is definitely a theme I must explore more, but I worry I won’t handle the psychological issues adequately. Or not even adequately, but profoundly enough or in a fair and realistic — insightful, maybe? — representation. At the same time, I have a lot of ideas that instinctually I feel will work to bring depth to the story.
I haven’t participated in Nano for a while. This feels too easy in comparison to other years, so far. That worries me. I say this now. You wait, in a week this blog will go silent while I wrangle with my plot.
So day 3, target: 3k
Actual words: 4878 so far.
