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As the title explains, I’m holding up posting new MTWNB blogs until I’ve slogged and sweated and cried my way through the 30 days of NaNoWriMo.
You can still read all the previous MTWNBs here.
As for NaNoWriMo 2011 progress…it’s probably better you don’t ask me that just now. It’s been one hell of a week.
Next week, hopefully, everything will calm down and I’ll be able to get back into the swing of things. I currently need to write 2492 words a day (assuming I’m not working weekends) in order to finish on time. More than do-able, provided I don’t have a repeat of last week again.
Caio!
Alright, so NaNoWriMo kind of crept up on me this year. With everything else that’s been going on in my life, it’s like “who the fuck cares about a little writing competition?! You have real life shit to worry about, woman”. But then I realise that I’ve been in this limbo since September, and while I’ve gone nowhere, be it personally or creatively, the world has continued to turn. Like a recent fortune cookie said to me: “Time waits for no man”.
I have a book to finish.
I have no excuse not to complete this draft within the timescales I previously set one of many a drunken nights on Twitter.
I have take the liberty of printing myself a calendar off* and scribbling all over it with the days I’ve essentially lost to procrastination or just general laziness.
Now I have the remaining days to work myself into the ground in an attempt to get a working draft out for my beta readers by the first week in October.
I remember mentioning a long time ago about an inspirational quote I read at a customer’s workstation, which stated:
A Goal Without a Plan is just a Wish
I have the plan for the story. I wrote it months ago.
I have no excuse.
It begins here.
* I print my calendars from CalendarsThatWork.com. You should, too.
This week, Chuck Wendig has challenged his readerbase to a flash fiction challenge on the subject of revenge. For full details, click here.
In at exactly 100 words, this is my entry:
Using the delightful Wordle app, here’s what my NaNoWriMo draft has to say for itself so far:
Turns out I like a lot of looking and turning, as I predicted, as well as a lot of people “still” wanting to “just” to something, a lot of “little” “moments”, and every other superfluous and unnecessary word you can think of. It would also appear that Catrina isn’t the main character in this story. Devaux is.
I’m looking forward to comparing the completed draft with this cloud, and indeed later drafts, in order to see whether I’m improving or regressing.
Just wanted to pass on my congratulations to those who have succeeded in their NaNoWriMo task this year, and to commiserate those who have not quite met the challenge, whether through their own faults, or simply through life getting in the way.
The important thing is that we should be there for each other…now, and in the future.
With that said, a pat on the back for all, who succeeded, and a reminder that your attempts – regardless of their outcomes — were valiant, to say the least.
Enjoy December!
For many, this journey is not over yet.
I was hoping to save this epic song for the day I finally finished my entire first series, but considering the amount of time it’s taken me just to get this far, by the time the day comes I finally send the first series out to pasture, music itself (along with the Internet, fast food, and possibly mankind in general) will have become obsolete, and we’ll all be living in suspended animation, stored in pods on the moon.
So, yes, this is it, the end of another NaNoWriMo; hope you had a creative November, because that’s it for another year!
My spelling has suffered significantly throughout the course of this ordeal, which is of course excusable, with the advent of Spell Checkers, no doubt when I’m finished I can just sweep it under the rug in one fell swoop. What the Spellcheck doesn’t check for is sheer moronic stupidity, of course, where you put completely inappropriate and yet correctly-spelled words into the fray. See my previous example of the man who was sticky. I’m starting to think that the person who designed the layout of the modern computer keyboard was a bit of a sadist.
It doesn’t help that the T is so close to the Y, and it’s so easy to write Slaters instead of Slayers, leaving the impression running around in my mind that there’s an army of Saved by the Bell’s AC Slater clones running around killing vampires willy nilly. That did cut off my creative flow whenever I spelled it wrong, after I’d stopped pissing my pants with laughter, of course. It’s the little things that keep you going, after all.
Overall, I’ve had a similar experience this year to what I had the year previous. I managed with only occasional, mild discomfort to throw out the daily word count, but as with last year’s attempt, the novel itself is not finished.
But let’s talk about that later. First, let’s see how I did!
So yeah, there we go. Fifty thousand words in thirty days. Whether or not you see this as overly impressive will greatly depend on your own writing ability. My family right now think I’m about as brilliant as a really brilliant thing, just for trying to do this, let alone for actually finishing.
And there we go, 50k, written slowly and consistency (more or less) for 30 days (give or take, considering I have actually finished early, although in fairness to me, up until literally last Wednesday, I did think it ended today, so…). Not really much more to say on all that except…woo.
You’d be forgiven for thinking I’m not exactly jumping 15ft in the air in ecstasy at the prospect of having done all this writing, and you’d be right, and earn yourself a shiny make-believe medal for your intuitiveness.
I’m very glad I did it, of course. It’s been very quiet for a good ten or more months prior to this exercise, where I did almost nothing writing-related, which — varying degrees of excuses aside — just wasn’t on. So I am grateful for the timing of this opportunity to jump back into it, and again this year the online writing communities have made it easier to gel back into the creative process.
But I’m now in a position of ‘What Do I Do Now?’. I haven’t finished the novel itself yet, not by quite a way, if the outline can be adhered to. If I am to finish it ever, I will need to continue writing after others have stopped. I suspect the story will end around 80 – 90k, so essentially, I need another month of putting out the same numbers.
Anyway, that’s enough complaining. I still did it, and I’m giving myself a fat slap on the back for the effort. The important thing is I’m back into the swing of the whole writing thing right now, and that’s a big…no, massive…no, gargantuan improvement, and one that I can’t be thankful enough for.
Bring it on, December! I’m ready to go another round!
How are all you Wrimos getting on with your words? Have you reached your goal, and have you told all the story you wanted to in the word count? Best of luck in these last remaining days!
The end is in sight for another year of NaNoWriMo. I’m only around 1 day behind on my word count, although I somehow managed to confuse myself (it’s not hard) into thinking that NaNo this year ended on a Sunday (a conclusion I reached with some confidence because November started on a Monday…yes, I know, I’m an idiot), so I have two extra days I didn’t realise I had. I thought this weekend would be the big rush (which it inevitably still will be), but aparently I have a longer failsafe.
So, this time next week, we’ll be in December, the festive month of Christmas (or Winterval, if we’re being abhorrently PC about the names of Britain’s festivities — I call it Christmas, and I don’t even like Christmas all that much), I will (hopefully) have a 50,000+ word Scrivener document, albeit with a hefty chunk of remaining scenes to write, although on the upside, I do have those scenes outlined, so I know what I’m doing, it’s going to be a case of maintaining the drive to continue drilling out a couple of hundred words a day until it’s finished.
Which I might not do, but anyway, moving on!
So it occured to me that thus far I haven’t come across anything hilariously bad in re-reading. That may well be that I haven’t actually done any re-reading of it yet, but that’s not the reason I bring it up. The reason I bring it up is because I did find this wonderful little typo, which I couldn’t resist sharing.
The line should’ve been:
The man was blonde, tall and stocky, with broad shoulders…
The line actually read:
The man was blonde, tall and sticky…
It’s best to remember that all this writing lark — regardless of whether or not you do it ‘just for fun’ or with a serious and driven long-term goal to venture into the world of publication — it’s still about having fun, about enjoying yourself, and — of course — about telling the story you’ve always wanted to to tell.
Good luck in these closing days!
WordCount-o-Rama. Note how the progress bar has now gone to a not entirely pleasant greeny/yellowy/vomity hue. Yum.
Week three is in full-swing now. I started the week on a slippery slope back towards falling behind on my word count, but a bottle of Pinot Grigio and one crazy three-hour Write or Die session and I was back on track.
But there’s a problem here, something that was evident last year and is already becoming clear to me now.
I’m not going to finish this novel in November.
That’s not to say I won’t get to 50,000 words. If I keep writing at the rate I’m going, I’ll be able to get through to 50k by the skin of my teeth, and maybe a fraction more.
Problem is that I can write about anything, if I need to; I can wank on for pages about the goddamn “whispering wind” if it means I will get my word count up, and — at least in parts thus far — I think that’s what I’ve done. That’s not to say I’m not setting decent foundations; it’s just that I can say with more than a bit of confidence that a good portion of what I’ve wrriten is just crap fluff.
But let’s be gentle and considerate to my fragile psyche for the moment, if only to remind me that I’m doing well (I had my Granddad on the phone earlier, who — when I told him I was at 30,600 words as of today — moved away from the phone and called across the room to my Nan “She’s written thirty THOUSAND words!”, which I have no shame in saying made me feel just a bit good).
The problem is that even after the total 50,000 words have exploded from my inner consciousness and through some miracle (MacBook/Write or Die/Scrivener/Alcohol) ended up on the page, judging from the amount I’ve written in words compared to the amount I’ve planned in scenes…it just doesn’t add up! I’ve written 30,000 words-ish as of today, and I’m not really even into the meat of the story, I’m still on character development (hell, character introductions, in some cases!).
So the likelihood is that, come December 1st, instead of revelling in the fact that I wrote fifty THOUSAND words in a thirty day window, I will be sobbing quietly into my Andrex toilet roll (I don’t buy proper tissues, because I’m not a pensioner) since I still won’t have enough words to work until I have that first draft that NaNoWriMo proudly exudes we will have at the end of the event.
I suppose my main aspiration out of NaNoWriMo this year is to realise that my goal is a first draft, and not just about reaching the numbers (although that is a bonus, naturally). The reasons I have failed at writing this stuff so many times before has been down to various poorly conceived excuses, well-said in this blog post, including some of my favourites:
8. I can’t remember the filename.
21. My novel? Oh, it’s all right here in my head. I just haven’t written it down yet. But it’s gonna be brilliant!
A novel swirling around in your head — no matter how vibrant and wonderful — is only important to you, and while that may be good enough for some, for others, you just need to get those ideas out there for others to enjoy (and ridicule!). If I continue to put it off, as I have been doing since 2005 and onwards for all four books I intended with great enthusiasm to write following The Genesis, I may end up leaving a legacy of nothing but “shoulda woulda coulda”.
Of course, this isn’t intended to be a disparaging post, by any means. Well, not really. Maybe a bit. I only have to remind myself that The Vampire’s Son, the second book in the series and the one I wrote for (and won!) my first ever NaNoWriMo last year — and another one that had been sitting patiently on the back-burner for years — is yet to get a complete story. I wrote 50k for that, also, with about the same speed and exubreance and I am doing now
Although maybe now I’m getting a little further on account of I like Divided They Fall better. No, wait, that sounds mean. I love all my stories equally. Wow, what a massive lie.
Moving on!
So this weekend, I’m winging off to my muse’s house for a weekend of writing folly and wonder (although she’s told me she’s recently adopted a kitten, so no doubt the majority of the weekend will be spent watching it roll around white going ‘awwwwwwwwwwww’ uncontrollably), whereby I hope to sustain my writing drive and also to work out just how much writing it’s presumed I’ll need to do in order to create a complete first draft of Divided They Fall, something that has been in the pipeline for the better part of FIVE years.
How is everyone else’s Week Three going thus far? Have we gotten over the dreaded Week Two slump? Have we gained a momentum towards our goal? Does anyone else think that 50k isn’t going to be enough, or is that just me?
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