Like so many other people, I harbour secret and unlikely dreams of writing deathless prose. Occasionally I am struck by inspiration, and scribble down snatches of verse on napkins and the edge of newspapers. On more frequent occasions, I discover scraps of newspaper and napkins that some idiot has scrawled drivel on and then left in my house.
This character flaw rarely impacts anyone else, but will shortly begin affecting anyone who reads this blog, so I felt fair warning was in order. Continue reading “Wording Good”
Chapter headings nowadays are utilitarian things. Just a flat number or – in the increasingly common multiple-perspective works – the name of the point-of-view character.
It wasn’t always this way. Continue reading “The Madcap Fiction Machine”
I didn’t think I’d manage to complete it. In fact, I predicted an early failure, and at first it seemed that my prediction would be entirely borne out. I met the word count for the first two days, then failed to write anything for the next six. This put me somewhat behind.
On the ninth day, I tried again. I tried to write two thousand words a day, every day. It was difficult, and it wiped me out most evenings, but I managed it. Some days, I even managed more. On day twenty-two, I caught up with the suggested amount – where I should have been if I’d written 1/50th per day. And now, day twenty-nine, I’m done. Continue reading “Completing NaNoWriMo”
It is November Sixteenth, and NaNoWriMo is halfway through. I am not halfway through with the writing – I am on seventeen thousand words, aiming for twenty thousand by the end of today. That is quite a long way away from being done.
I said, when I decided to try the challenge, that I was likely to fail. November has so far been an incredibly busy month for me, and whilst it seems to be calming down somewhat now, it is still rather hectic. On the first two days of November, I managed the word count I wanted – one thousand seven hundred. For the next five days, I failed to write a single word. It was an inauspicious first week. Continue reading “Halfway through NaNoWriMo”
I’m not the most disciplined person. I meet major deadlines, but generally in something of a rush. Minor deadlines tend to pass unnoticed, and then I desperately try and fill them before they become not just late but impossible. It isn’t that I don’t have good, diligent intentions, but that I am easily distracted from the grind by almost anything, and that I know that I can generally produce something serviceable in a rush.
This is obviously not an ideal set of character traits – it makes my life by turns both indolent and panic-ridden. It makes simple tasks drag out, it hinders me in the completion of things that I wish and ought to do. It is, moreover, rather worrying if the most accurate term you can find for yourself is “wastrel”. Continue reading “Attempting NaNoWriMo”