So I'm back. The first time here in quite some time, but also back from Sweden. For ten days I went around signing in bookstores, fighting the snow and bitter cold. It was fun, exhausting and rewarding, but most of all it was different. Changing sandals for snow boots is not an easy thing to get over and previous practice doesn't seem to help much.
Getting back to Nairobi also means getting into writing mode again. These last two weeks was in that sense hopeless. There is just too much going on with traveling, meeting friends and keeping a schedule on a trip like that.
It feels like have been working for the longest time with my present novel. But if course it is not true. I didn't getting cracking on it for real until about a year ago even if the idea was there much earlier. Then the plans for Shadowplay/Skuggans spel were drawn up so there was little time for anything else than editing.
Still, at some point a little over a month ago I felt that I needed to do something to get out of this extremely slow process I was in. That's when I decided to join NaNoWriMo.
I guess you have heard of it? A competition aimed at writing a novel of 50.000 words in just one month. Crazy. Funny. Annoying. Exactly what I needed.
Let me start with saying that it was a complete failure. I came nowhere close to the goal. I started late and gave up early. And still, it was exactly what the doctor ordered. I now have a half-finished script called Matatu Madness, a quite exciting story about the lives of some people in Nairobi in the middle of a pursuit of an undercover police man. I have 20.000 words, no idea where it will go, but a belief that I can put it all together.
And now it's time for the test: Will I get moving for real on my present novel?
Soon we will know.