NaNoWriMo 2015 — Week 1 (and counting)

It’s 0730 right now My fiancee brought me a coffee since she thought it was a good idea to get up early on a Sunday for some thing she’s doing today.

I have not started writing on my novel, yet. But I do have a coffee-cake muffin. So that’s something.

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NaNoWriMo 2015 — Every Word Counts

I wrote a thing for my local NaNoWriMo group’s website. Just submitted it to the moderator/editor of guest posts, but I figured I can share the same thing here. It’s about word count and personal pacing from newcomer’s perspective.

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What is a writer?

Stepping through the squeaking door, he brought a brisk chill from the frostbitten calgarian arctic air into the foyer. So brisk indeed, it chilled his co-worker, the older man with salt-pepper-hair and beard behind the front desk, to the very bones.

“Brrr,” say said collectively, as if bringing truth to the cold, thus proving that it is, in fact, freezing as fuck out there.

The young man closed the door behind him and swiped his employee card at the front desk. The computer screen confirmed his arrival with a simple “IN”.

For a quick minute, they chatted. This and that. All and none. And, of course, the cold.

Then the young man said, “Wish I could have stayed at home. Work on my novel, instead of driving through minus-fourty windchill to come to work.”

The older man chuckled through his grey-black beard. “Ah, we’ve got a writer-folk here,” he said, bringing up the needed equipment for the young man.

“Yeah. I’m a writer.”

Scanning-in the small devices needed for the job, the old man smiled. Not the kind of smile that approves and appreciates, no. The kind that makes you want to punch him the face. The nasty kind. “So, what have you published, huh?”

He said, “Nothing. Yet.”

Louder, clicking on his computer, the old desk-clerk laughed again. “Then you’re not a writer.”

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Rewrite vs Edit vs Check-up

I’m still tinkering away on this damned-by-the-gods thing. I’m also still writing the next part of the same god-forsaken work-in-process.

What I don’t do: rewrite. Not yet. But there’s this urge to do just that.

The story has moved in directions I didn’t foresee. Yes, I planed some and plotted some other–but things still go as they may. Later on, I realized themes and scenes that escalate more. That drive harder. That hit deeper. Stakes are higher now than they were when I finished the first part.

The problem is: In order to make this all make sense in le part deux, some scene in part one need to be changed around. Consistency. Continuity. So, should I go back and edit those things right-the-fuck-now? 

My former self would say, yes. Damn it yes. Fix it now so it’s good to go for later. So it all makes sense on Draft-Zero.Read More »

First draft of the first draft of the first part.

To some, this might not matter at all. To others–I think many–this can mean a lot. Those like me, that can’t finish a project to safe a starving animal’s life. That tried and tried and tried and never just hard enough.

Last night, I finished the first full part of this damn novel I’m working on. I want it to have three distinct parts throughout the book, so this is now a major milestone for me. It’s not going as fast as I wanted it to, back when I decided that I’m a writer now–not later. But I was (and still am) fighting this damned-to-heaven flu, so I allow myself to be excused. Thank you. It took me about three weeks to get to this point. Which, given that I–again–suck at pulling through with just about anything, is a huge accomplishment.

I’d like to talk about two things here. First, what I’ve been doing, and how I feel about it. Second, about my personal process as novice wordsmith. (Am I a novice? How does one rank up?) I figure it can help one or two people with no guidance and stuff. Probably not. Enjoy it anyways.
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