Well, I haven’t been posting much nor have I been writing much. I’ve mostly been revising my revisions, but it’s not enough. I wasn’t intending on doing NaNo (I’ve only done it once before), but I wound up starting a project to push myself to be more productive.
It’s kind of working. I’ve been putting more time into my WIP. Though I don’t think I’ll hit the 50,000 words to “win” by the end of the month, it’s better than throwing 100% of my free time into Harry Potter: Wizards Unite.
I didn’t plan on participating in NaNo at the start of the month, but decided to give it a try since a crap load of people from a local writer group were doing it and seemed to be enjoying the experience. Weeks passed by and, last night, I validated my word count and became a “winner” (I guess the NaNo people sat around one day and decided that “finisher” sounded too dirty).
Coincidentally, I’d been seriously brainstorming a new novel in October so I decided to use NaNo to push myself and churn out 50,000 words for that project. The quality is pretty damn iffy, and the plotting is bumpy as hell, but I think it will serve as a good “zero draft” which I can springboard off of to create a proper first draft.
My writing this month definitely helped to flesh out character backgrounds and personalities, and create some semblance of a plot that I can work with. I look forward to the additions and revisions to come as I try to bring the quality up to a level that doesn’t make me want to punch you in the ass.
Finally signed up for Nano with the intent of “winning” (i.e., having 50,000 words written for a new manuscript by the end of November). Let’s hope something good comes out of it.
I received my first politely worded rejection letter from The New Yorker for a short story I sent in.
Chris Pratt Tried to Dream-murder Me
Last night, I had a dream in which Chris Pratt dressed as his character from Jurassic World tried to kill me, but I couldn’t die just yet because I still had to conceive Luke and Leia with some woman who definitely wasn’t Padme. Then, the dream sort of reset and Chris Pratt was trying to save me while I ran away from some explosion with a baby and one of my writer group friends.
I’ve recently started outlining a for a “second” novel.
While I’ll begin writing this new novel in earnest during the National Novel Writing Month, I won’t technically be a NaNoWriMo participant as I won’t be following any of the NaNoWriMo rules: I don’t give a single bantha poodoo about hitting the 50,000 word count, I might start writing before November begins, and I’m not signing up anywhere. Still, it’ll be nice to know I’ll be making up stupid stories at the same time as so many others.
In regards to my first-ever completed manuscript, I’m still waiting on an agent to realize its immeasurable awesomeness (i.e., when they realize you can’t measure negative awesomeness).