Did you know that November was National Novel Writing Month? Many novelists and aspiring novelists take up the challenge, which is to write a complete 50,000 word rough draft in those thirty days (maybe a chapter a day, 7 days a week). I applaud those who attempted it and admire those who actually accomplished it.
From what I’ve heard, a lot of advanced planning and preparation is key. They may have been thinking about the book for months, and have the whole thing plotted out on paper before the month of frantic writing begins. That’s where I would hit my first roadblock: plotting. I’m no good at it.
Most novelists fall into one of two distinct camps. There are plotters and there are so-called “pants-ers” (i.e. fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants). I fall into the latter group. When I start a novel, I usually have only a vague notion where I’m going, and even less idea how I’m going to get there. I know it sounds like crazy way to embark on a trip, but strangely enough it works out in the end (so far, at least), and the journey is a great adventure.
My other major issue with attempting the NaNoWriMo challenge is the concept of the rough draft – something else I stink at. The theory is that you just pour the story out from beginning to end without worrying about correcting flaws or fine tuning your prose. All that comes later during rewrites. And I see the wisdom in it. Make sure the story works first, then tidy it up.
In practice, however, I do just the opposite. I fret and fuss over every paragraph, every sentence within the paragraph, and every word within each line. I can’t seem to force myself to move on until I’m satisfied with the section I’ve just written. The risk is in wasting hours perfecting a couple pages that might get thrown out later anyway. The upside is that when it’s finally complete, my version of a rough draft is pretty polished.
Now you know why I’ve never attempted (and probably never will) the NaNoWriMo challenge, and why my progress on my current project seems slow. I’m writing the next installment of the Pride and Prejudice saga – the sequel to my sequel The Darcys of Pemberley. I’m currently on chapter six with a word count of 11,600. A completed novel runs in the neighborhood of 100,000 words btw. As you see, I have a ways to go. (Track of my progress on the Return to Longbourn page, and cheer me on.)
In the meantime, though, I will have a couple more things coming. For Myself Alone (another Austen-esque story) will be available in March, and a short story (Mr. Collins’s Last Super) before that. Stay tuned, and happy reading!
Miss Bingley’s attention was quite as much engaged in watching Mr. Darcy’s progress through his book as in reading her own; and she was perpetually either making some inquiry or looking at his page. (Pride and Prejudice, chapter 11)








It seems like every time I go to Costco, I run into some friend or acquaintance. In fact, it’s so common that I often wonder ahead of time who it will be. Sure enough. This morning was no exception; I bumped into not one, but two people I know. I relate this by way of introduction to the first question I was asked in a recent interview for a Jane Austen blog:
A: Would you believe I met Jane Austen at Costco about nine years ago? Before that fateful shopping trip, I hadn’t read any of her novels. I didn’t even watch period movies. Then, purely on an impulse (or maybe it was Colin Firth’s pretty face), I picked the 1995 film adaptation of “Pride and Prejudice” from the shelf and bought it. That started me off. Loved the movie. Read the book. Read and reread all Jane Austen’s novels. Bought every film version I could get my hands on, and so forth. I’ve been a confirmed “Janeite” ever since.
The rest, as they say, is history. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t gone to Costco and discovered Jane Austen. Just goes to show you that you never know what treasure you’ll find, or what new friend you may meet, when you grab that oversized shopping cart and march through those open door.














