Feels like a good thing to document in a blog, except that most of my free time now is spent writing, so doing more writing is the last thing I want to do, but I think I’ve figured out a way around it.
I’m going to always have a weekly round-up post open and just jot a few lines day by day and publish once a week. Daily will kill my soul I think. It will be erry Thursday because that’s the day November started on… first post comin’ at you on the 8th - wooooo!
Ok, here’s a little herstory about me and NaNoWriMo…
I wanted to participate last year, but I was moving in the middle of November, so I knew that would completely derail me. Instead, I delayed to February when everything was settled down.
I did my own personal February NaNoWriMo and I really enjoyed it. I wrote something I’m semi-proud of (huge step for me), but I’ve never looked at it since. I was more concerned about the word count than getting bogged down in the little details that I’ve not carried through, or fixing inconsistencies because I changed my mind. I knew that would just lead to mindless re-writing to match a perfectionist standard that I’ll never meet… but I that’s more for my therapist than my blog.
This year, I can participate in the world-wide event along with everyone else! I’d hoped to prep my novel a bit more, like actually have characters with names and flaws and possibly even an outline of the plot that I could use to crank out pages instead of relying on my whims of that morning.
I kinda prepped. I wrote down some plot ideas that had popped into my head, minority explored them with bullet points to see what flowed naturally and what had clear plot holes. That’s about as far as I got, and it led me to writing a ghost story. I do not like horror at all. Well, that’s not true - I think the stories are AMAZING and unexpected, but I’m such a puss, I can’t watch or read them because I’ll think that it’s all happening in my house to me later that night… and for many nights thereafter. Essentially, I’m a giant scaredy cat who hasn’t evolved from that since I was 6 years old.
So here I am, knowing I need to read some ghost stories to beef up the supernatural elements, but refusing to read them while I’m in my flat. Can’t wait for when I break down and have to read ghosty stories alone in my place of residence. Gonna be off the chain!
^ This is terrifying to me. Why have I put this here?