NaNoWriMo started yesterday and I think I’ve made a pretty good start considering I’ve worked two consecutive 12.5 hour night shifts these last two nights! I have almost 5000 words written and plan to write more after I upload this blog.
What I love about NaNoWriMo is not just the writing, the goal setting and the planning, it’s how fired up all my writing friends are. How their imaginations are creating an explosion of ideas all over the writing forums and groups. There is excitement in the air, a real buzz of creativity and everyone is enjoying themselves!
Of course, we are only into day two, but that excitement never really fades. Some might get disheartened at times, maybe stuck a little, probably frustrated, but the excitement of writing a novel in 30 days wins out in the end!
Even though I am sleep deprived, even though my mind is working slower than usual, and even though I am getting distracted by almost everything today, I set a word count goal and I intend to meet it. So I will go make yet another coffee, stretch my body out a little, maybe fire up Spotify to keep me company, and then write ALL the words 😀
Good luck to everyone participating in NaNoWriMo this year! I hope you all enjoy it as much as we do!
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So for starters, here’s this video. It’s an editing update and I got to dress like a ninja! Happy Halloween!
Today is October 31. Some people know it as All Hallows Eve. But for me, it’s League of Legends Worlds and NaNoWriMo Eve. I went to the grocery store to acquire some necessities for the egg rolls I am making for the party, and whilst there I belatedly realized that I was not at all prepared to sustain myself throughout the month of November. You see, the thing about taking binge-writing holidays is that one tends to forget about the other people that rely on you. For me, that’s my husband. *laughs*
Twice a year I duck out of existence for a month at a time. Once is in November. The other is in June for the Neopets Altador Cup. My husband, who is also a gamer, understands the need for a person to completely check out from the real world, so he’s pretty understanding. However, as a good wife, I have to keep in mind that he often works into the late evening, so I like to have something easily available to eat for when he gets home, lest he resigns himself to Taco Bell instead.
So here’s what I get, leading into November:
- Frozen pizzas (Brad)
- Hot Pockets (Brad)
- English Muffins (Me)
- Cinnamon fresh ground peanut butter (for my English Muffins)
- Coffee, as much as possible if on sale (Me)
- A case of water (Brad, Me)
- Veggie Straws (Brad, for snacking)
- Terra Chips (Me, for snacking)
- A couple of those fruit juices like Bolthouse/Naked (Me, so I can stay healthy)
When I go on a writing bender, the pattern tends to be the same. I get home from work at 4 p.m. and start a pot of coffee. I pour a giant cup of coffee and start drinking it. I take that first ramp up of caffeine to look over what I wrote last or get in a little indulgent social media time. When the caffeine starts to kick in (around 6p or 7p), I finish off the coffee and start another pot. Then the writing begins. I write into the night, and usually at about 11p or midnight I get hungry and make the english muffins. By the time the english muffins are gone, the second pot of coffee is as well. I make the third pot. If I’m still awake around 4-5 a.m., I may make another. Usually around then I can determine if I have enough energy left or not. If I don’t, I start winding down to sleep. If I do, I’m digging in until about 9-10 a.m.
The best of my writing always always always occurs around 12-4 a.m.
Do your habits change when you’re in a writing mood?
Leave a comment below. 🙂 See you in November!
43,817. The number of words I have so far cut. I’m thinking about logging these. Some day I’m going to look back over my theoretical publishing career and mourn the loss of the hundreds of thousands of words that no one will ever get to read. Maybe each year I’ll celebrate them alone and with booze. “Cheers to the words that were too purple for my prose.”
(For those of you who don’t know… ‘purple prose’ is a term for language that is considered overly complex, wordy, and unnecessarily flowery to tell the story. I am constantly guilty of this. I am also not ashamed of it. I wish publishers liked it more. A story that is cousins with poetry appeals to me).
One thing I wanted to add after I had already filmed the video:
Everything you say on the Internet is permanent. As writers, our reputations are all we have. I worry that someday I will ruin mine when I’m upset. A lot of people do. The one thing all of us will have in common is rejection, both by agents/publishers and our readers. It’s important to stay professional. I read somewhere to never blog about your rejection.
I’m going to blog about my rejection. It’s part of the process and it needs to be shared. I know it will happen. I do, however, pledge to never mention names, and I won’t rage. I will be upset. I’ll probably cry and be sad. But it’s not an agent’s fault if they don’t choose your work. Finding the right agent is akin to finding your soulmate. If they rejected you, you’d have had a bad relationship anyway because your interests are not the same. The right agent will be one of your biggest fans. Rejection is good for both of you. It’s a renewed opportunity to find the right agent. (I’m looking at you, senpai.) But it will still hurt, and it is important to me and to you to share the sentiment that we are not alone. Every artist has been rejected. It strengthens us. As I like to say, it separates the men from the boys. You need a thick skin to get through all of this. Writing is a discipline as well as an art form.
Did senpai notice me today?
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