NaNoWriMo really is my favorite time of year. I woke up and declared my writing project. My idea to write 50,000 words in the month of November. National Novel Writing Month. And this year, I have a PLAN. How about you? Let’s be NaNoWriMo writing buddies. In order to get in the writing zone, I wanted to share this survey as a way to focus. NaNoWriMo tag questions from Natalia Leigh. 1. How many times have you participated in NaNoWriMo?…
If we were having coffee, I’d ask how’re you doing? I know it’s been a while. Picture this, on Monday. ‘Isla, get dressed, please.’ ‘I hafta finish my toast.’ Good point, go with that. ‘Isla, get dressed now.’ ‘I hafta finish my juice.’ OK, vitamins. ‘Isla, get dressed.’ ‘Well, your hair is either grey, or the color of poo.’ I got nothin’. ‘Mummy, do penguins have a good sense of smell?’ Survey says: maybe. And so began our morning routine…
I’m working through all of the stages. At once. Here’s a pep-talk from Christine. * While my blog, I’m Sick And So Are You, is a mere baby in the blog world, I am not a novice blogger. I’ve been around the block, as they say. I’ve had blogs in the past and have scribbled I don’t know how many tens of thousands of words on the walls of this here internet. The one thing I’ve never done as…
And so, I’m ‘doing’ NaNoWriMo this year. We have always had a strange relationship. Past attempts have seen me bang out 20,000 words and then well, edit them. Note to self and others: Don’t. Do. That. I have a penchant for abandoning projects in favour of others which I think ‘sound better’, and I don’t finish anything. Except really short stories or ‘novel excerpts’. Novel excerpts are short stories that wouldn’t shut up. See, I don’t like writing that sounds…
The printer ran out of paper today. I printed out two stories I’ve written in order to conduct an experiment. I asked Sarge to read both, and whichever one he wanted to read more of would become my NaNoWriMo novel this year. He finished both, held one up and said: This one’s bleak as hell. While I think that ‘bleak’ has its place, I don’t want to sit with bleak for a month. Because I’m not feeling it. And so,…
