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The return of NaNoWriMo

That’s right, it’s time again for thirty days of literary insanity!  This year’s project will be titled “Ferry Tales” and it will follow The Redhead through her regular ferry commute between Bremerton and Seattle.  Quite a reach, don’t you think?  😉

One of the things I’ve decided to try this year is that I’m not going to name any of my characters.  The protagonist is The Redhead.  On her morning commute she sits near Woman With a Million Stories and the Voyeuristic Grandmother who eggs her on.  She will get hit on at some point by a Tall Biker With a Mustache.  You get the idea!

Hopefully by removing my need to invent backstories and names the action will flow a little better.  And since most of my characters like to sit on their rumps and talk too much rather than getting things done (gee I can’t see why they would!) this tactic might play to my strengths as a writer and make the month easier to get through.  I hope.

So forgive me if I don’t post much (or at all) for the next month.  I’ll probably be so tired of writing that I start getting the urge to throw Ubu across the room.  Or not…  But maybe!  At any rate, the third try is supposed to be the charm, and I’m hoping to win again this year.  Wish me luck; we start in about two hours and fifteen minutes!

Script Frenzy, part deux

So apparently my future as a genius screenwriter is just about as likely as my future as a genius novelist.  Which is to say, not likely at all.  Somewhat less likely, in fact, than my future as a genius songwriter, which I only say because I am actually trying to write songs.

Yup.  It’s Day 16 and I haven’t been back to my script since Day 1, which means I have about four lonely little lines in the document.  Meanwhile I have several new songs sketched out and a couple actually in the works.  Obviously we can tell where my priorities lie!

But that’s okay.  You know why?  Because I am in fact a singer and songwriter.  So the fact that I’ve totally blown off SF this year in favor of writing songs (and looking for a day job) doesn’t actually bother me at all.

NaNo – DONE!!

Getting ready for the Thank God It’s Over party tonight at the Methodist church.  Yay!  I know, I know, I do love doing NaNoWriMo.  But it was just so much on top of everything else this year!  So I made my choice and I put my novel aside in favor of other priorities.  Like putting out a decent newsletter, getting good photos so I could list more items online, and getting funding for the store opening.

I guess those were pretty important, too.

So life will go back to its standard form of insanity, down from the enhanced period of literary insanity.  The good news is that I’ve made some good contacts, so there’ll be better advance planning for NaNoWriMo 2012!

It’s NaNo time again

October is nearly over, and you know what that means…  It’s almost National Novel Writing Month!

This year I’m writing about the first permanent colonists going to Mars.  There will be a deadly accident (potentially involving the Traveling Shovel of Death), lots of interpersonal conflicts, and plenty of nerdy science.

So my posts throughout November will be short and possibly incoherent.  Bear with me, I’ll be creating elsewhere.

If I actually feel confident in what I come up with, I might put an excerpt or three here for your perusal.

At any rate, have a safe Halloween!  I’ll be at the E Brem Shari’s at 11pm to kick off the 30 days of insanity.

NaNoWriMo update

I am currently writing chapter 7, in which the kitties are born. Earlier this week I decided to let my literary freak flag fly (as high as it ever does when it comes to this sort of thing) and threw my MC into – a fender-bender. Oh, and she got a date out of it, too.

I know, I know, that’s not exactly world-changing. It’s not like I had her hop a plane for Bali without packing anything, or got her abducted by aliens, or gave her some mysterious disease. But it’s still outside of the box.

Slightly.

And it was not in my plot plan, which was the point of doing it. I had her walking to her car from the ferry, and suddenly there were these skater dudes, and she thought they looked really skeezy, and she was worried about them being dangerous, and then one of them smiled at her all friendly-like, and then later as she was driving off she stopped at a red light. And the not-so-skeezy-after-all kid rear-ended her. And eventually asked her out. So there.

*sigh* I’m still way behind on word count, and I despair of actually getting to 50,000 and winning. But I’m not giving up!

I will not be discouraged by the people who already have 30,000 or 40,000 or (this one person is just about killing me) 102,000+ words written already.

I will keep writing. In fact, I’m going to go do some of that right now. So if you’ll pardon me, I shall say good day to you (or good whenever you read this post) and resume the story of How Adorable Little Day-Old Baby Kittens Are.

I am a WriMo!

A strange thing happens every November. The phenomenon started in Oakland in 1999, and it’s been spreading (like a fungus) ever since.  No corner of the world is spared; the fingers of this beast have reached to Europe and Africa, to Asia and Australia.

NaNoWriMo.

National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short, is a 30-day period of insanity wherein a large number of people around the world succumb to the insanity of writing a 50,000-word novel in 30 days.

This year, there are 127,000 of us in fact. Yes, us. The insanity has taken hold of me (along with all the other forms of insanity that are already in residence) and I am utterly lost.

The decision to write a novel was a little surreal; I’m still not sure why I’m doing it.  Other than Rosi is and I feel compelled to follow suit.  Or perhaps it’s the feeling of doing it “just for the fish” – you know, just for the halibut.  <Ed. Note: You have permission to groan at the lousy pun.>

Whatever the reason, I have 6,050 words written in three days, which puts me ahead of schedule.  When I sat down yesterday to write Chapter Two, I was already tired of my story.  After writing Chapter Three this evening (and accidentally skipping two plot points) I am noticing a distinct problem.  I’m going to run out of plot long before I get up to 50,000 words.  Hell, I may be out of plot by the weekend at this rate!

So I am entertaining the (somewhat disturbing) notion of adding plot twists that will wreak merry havoc on the sensible progression I had planned.

This is (to my OCD/control freak mind) quite a concern.  What if it turns out crappy?  What if I hate it?  What if it’s totally and utterly unrealistic?  What if it DOESN’T MAKE SENSE?!?

All of which is not the point, of course.  The point of NaNoWriMo is to generate word count.  It’s to write without judgment, without editing, without imposing silly barriers like brevity or logic.  (I cringe.)

I am afraid that the very basic idea of NaNoWriMo is entirely antithetical to my way of doing things.  It’s casual, it’s incoherent, it’s even been likened to charging towards an oncoming tornado, discarding one’s clothes, to become one with the twister and merge with it for the dizzying ride.  Um, excuse me?  I’m supposed to let go of my desire to control all things possible?

Perhaps that’s the best argument for a gal like me to participate, though.  Perhaps when I get into week two and my protagonist has her successful record release, and her mutated kittens with the opposable thumbs escape (no, really), I should throw caution to the wind and jump naked onto (into?) the twister, letting the Random Plot Generator decide my next move.

Proverbially speaking, of course.