This story was born in dreamland several years back and, unlike some of my other remembered dreams, the basic premise of it really struck me. I wrote it down on a scrap of paper before I could forget it and put it away.
Fast forward a few months to my fiction workshop class that I was taking for school. We had finished up with the portion of the course where we studied other writers’ works and were moving onto the actual workshop portion of things. I knew immediately what I wanted to write about: this post-apocalyptic/dystopian adventure with a giant metal dragon. At that point, it was just going to be a long-ish short story.
My peers and professor said that they really enjoyed it, but that it needed some work still. This was expected. However, what was not expected was that, almost unanimously, they told me that this story was just too big to not be novel. I worked on the story a little bit after that, even handing in another excerpt for workshop in another class. Mostly, though, it was a lot of talk of writing and not enough writing.
Fast forward again to this past summer. July, to be exact. I had always wanted to participate in NaNoWriMo, but with school and extracurriculars, I never thought I had the time. My compromise was to actually participating in Camp NaNoWriMo, keeping the 50,000 word goal that I would have had in November. I succeeded! There were some ups and downs (and some really terrible writing), but I added over 50,000 words to my story in the month of July.
This first draft is, well, rough. I’m not going to argue against that, but the experience really helped to give the story life. There were some things I had sketched out in my mind, but there were also a number of curve balls thrown at me by plot gremlins. I am happy with the changes that have occurred to the original idea and I can’t wait to discover what else is hidden in this story.