Day One of this July’s Camp NaNoWriMo is over and the progress I have made is zilch. Nothing. Nada. No increase in my word count nor any interesting snippets of information gathered which could be classed as research. A failure of a day except –
I have tidied my writing room and cleared my desk of clutter. Every writer needs a clean workspace right? I just need to remember where I put everything.
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July is here with a heatwave and beautiful sunny days. Perfect weather for camping but I am not packing my tent up. This month is NaNoWriMo Camp so I have joined a cabin with fellow writers for support. My pen and PC mouse are poised ready to start. In the past I have set a target of words with one success but I have research to do so it is target hours this time. Wish me luck I need it.
April has galloped in so today I will be celebrating Easter, unraveling the news from the April Fools jokes -this could be difficult, and starting Camp NaNoWriMo.
It is 3 am and 255 words have been written. How much sense they will make when I wake up who knows. My target is 10,000 words to break through the 50,000 word count barrier and make a dent in the first draft in the tale of Amber Rose, the first book of The Ellfaenian Journals. It feels as if I am creating an epic because I have not got far in the story despite 44,088 words – gulp. No one wants a LOTR size novel or if they do, they expect his level of expertise. I don’t have his flair for the English language nor his talent so I believe a heavy edit will be performed at the end. this novel I may have a written outline but it has not been looked at. I am winging it and making it up as I go along.
The plan for this month is
Write some more
Think about writing while cuddling Nigel or Pip.
Let Elsie free and listen to her ideas
keep stocked up on chocolate and tea – perfect writer’s brain fuel despite the healthy advice.
And KEEP OFF SOCIAL MEDIA!
To do this my husband needs to be occupied so he does not suffer while being a writer’s widow. I am hoping the Easter bunny will bring him some wood for a project and he can be happy in his shed. I have been thinking of an acronym for him; my husband sounds too formal, hubby too wrong and using his name would feel even worse especially as he likes to be in the social media shadows. I have my writing and he has his shed so it could be
Man in the Shed MITS
Him in the Shed as his mug states HITS
Guy in the Shed GITS but that is only apt sometimes
August is here and Camp NanoWriMo is over but unlike other challenges I have set myself, this time I can shout “I did it”. I limped past my target of 10,000 words and I have a sticker to prove it.
I feel rather silly, feeling so proud of an image of a winner sticker; smiling like a 5 year old awarded a gold star for work well done but achieving something purely for me is rare. It feels uplifting and I am inspired to do more. This is handy as I have only skimmed the surface of scenes my WIP needs to become a fully fledged draft. A target definately helps to focus and write on days when it is easy to say “I will do more tomorrow” while a little squeaky voice reminds me that “tomorrow never comes.” Hopefully, the writing habit is here to stay. After all, 10,000 words a month equals 120,000 words a year which is a novel and more. On days, I couldn’t the feeling of frustration grew as my words and thoughts longed to be released. Even gobbledygook needs to be written now, it seems, just in case one sentence proves useful in the future. Is this a temporary phase or is an addiction creeping in? Watch this space to find out.
Following on from my last post, a cake was baked. Not strictly parkin, a Yorkshire ginger cake because of the lack of oatmeal in the house (I don’t think rice crispies would have been a good substitute) but a ginger cake made to my Mum-in-laws recipe. It hit the spot creatively so the scene is written and my main character, Amber is happily going on a dragon hunt armed with a cake to Filey.
Filey Brigg is a long, narrow, rocky peninsula in Filey on the East coast of Yorkshire. Until recently, I just saw it as part of the scenery to enjoy while drinking hot Horlicks overlooking the bay but then I discovered it was supposed to be a parkin-loving dragon turned to stone after his death. This fits perfectly with Amber’s story and gave me the opportunity to introduce Iggy, a very floppy toy fabric dragon who played a large part in her early childhood.
He may or may not play a pivotal role in the book depending on where the twists take me. It always amazes me how something you read followed by a prompt of a sketch can inspire you to write scenes you would never have thought of otherwise.