November, as you may know, is NaNoWriMo. (National Novel Writing Month). Although I believe it's spread far more than just national now, as it started in the states, and I live in Canada, and yet I participate.
I didn't do Nano last year. Not sure why. I think I lacked creative ambition. And time. And time all by myself. And time not spent at work, or in classes. Or sleeping.
Something like that.
But this year I laugh in the face of all those oppositions and the fact that I never take my computer home from work anymore, and I have begun.
I have 2000 words (give or take) written in a frenzy this morning, each word falling right after the previous one and on and on it goes.
I have absolutely no idea what the plot of this fanciful little tale will be.
But the main character is seriously not pleased with her new school.
Ugh. Wait. That's a bad premise.
It's not Twilight, I promise.
She may end up with a boyfriend, but there are no vampires. And I refuse to let her like Wuthering Heights, so we're all good.
She just might end up being a whizz of a mechanic, which would surely impress all the wrong people and piss off the popular girls, so that'd make it far more interesting.
And I'm telling you about it, because they (thepowers that be people who write the cute little email peptalks and suggestions) told me to make myself accountable to the world at large, and I'd be more likely to actually finish the thing.
I've never really told people before.
I did Nanowrimo in 2011, and 2010, and "won" both times (managed to spew out 50,000 words in a somewhat coherent pattern in which character and plot were ostensibly developed).
But I had a lot more time then.
A lot.
More.
So. This year, I'm trying all the tricks and whistles.
If I mention it on facebook, it means I'm desperately behind on my word count.
Ready?
Nope. Me neither.
WHOO!
I didn't do Nano last year. Not sure why. I think I lacked creative ambition. And time. And time all by myself. And time not spent at work, or in classes. Or sleeping.
Something like that.
But this year I laugh in the face of all those oppositions and the fact that I never take my computer home from work anymore, and I have begun.
I have 2000 words (give or take) written in a frenzy this morning, each word falling right after the previous one and on and on it goes.
I have absolutely no idea what the plot of this fanciful little tale will be.
But the main character is seriously not pleased with her new school.
Ugh. Wait. That's a bad premise.
It's not Twilight, I promise.
She may end up with a boyfriend, but there are no vampires. And I refuse to let her like Wuthering Heights, so we're all good.
She just might end up being a whizz of a mechanic, which would surely impress all the wrong people and piss off the popular girls, so that'd make it far more interesting.
And I'm telling you about it, because they (the
I've never really told people before.
I did Nanowrimo in 2011, and 2010, and "won" both times (managed to spew out 50,000 words in a somewhat coherent pattern in which character and plot were ostensibly developed).
But I had a lot more time then.
A lot.
More.
So. This year, I'm trying all the tricks and whistles.
If I mention it on facebook, it means I'm desperately behind on my word count.
Ready?
Nope. Me neither.
WHOO!
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