Yeah… I’ve been gone for awhile… Sorrys.
BUT! I have been working on things, a lot of things. So you really can’t blame me too much (well, I mean you can, but… don’t.)
1. I’m doing NaNo, which is all SORTS of fun. Today, however, I got the slightest idea to switch stories. No, not that simple. Let me just tell you about this, kay? I wrote a SIX THOUSAND WORD OUTLINE for this story I was planning on writing this November. I STAYED UP LATE WHEN I SHOULDN’T HAVE. And now this story I haven’t worked on since April wants to come push it out of the way out of nowhere, and… well, I’m probably gonna let it. I dunno. Or maybe I’ll just write both.
Hey, peeps! So, ahuh, guess what? Well, you probably know what, because of the title of this post. But yep, it’s true! I FREAKING WON AND I FEEL AMAZING.
50,007 words. I did it. And I fought like heck.
Sorry for the post drought, but life has kinda been kicking me in the pants lately. Like, the kind of in-pants-kicking that makes you have to drag yourself into the weekend, which goes by like a… like a… yeahhhh no. Not getting any
metaphors similes coming to mind… Ehh… You can just fantasize about how great my figures of speech will be in my NaNo story 😉
Hey, you. Yeah, YOU. What are you looking at? Yeah, I’ll tell you what you’re looking at: THE FACE OF A PERSON WHO KICKED CAMPNANO’S BUTT.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s right, folks. BOOM.
So I won’t lie, the past few weeks haven’t been easy. It took a lot of late nights, plenty of car-writing, and a lot of jotting ideas down in a notebook when I really should’ve been doing something else. But I’m happy to say that of 50,000 words, I’m already at 37,608.
But like I said, it was hardly a walk through the park with a slice of chocolate cake. When I’m writing, I have to just remind myself that it’s okay if the words aren’t perfect yet. Earlier in my journey as a writer, this was one of the hardest things for me. Now, I’m at a point where as soon as I fret about a word choice, I’m able to remind myself (many times, out loud during a conversation with myself) that the first draft is really never the one that gets published. Well, unless you’re not a human. Or you live at the end of a rainbow.
So, last time I did CampNaNo, I didn’t exactly “win.” Yeah, I wrote about 16,ooo words that I didn’t have before, but I didn’t meet my goal. I met defeat. It sucked eggs.
But anybody that knows me will be able to tell you that I don’t give up that easily, no SIR, so I’m back on the horse. I’m tackling multiple projects of ranging topic and type. Try two edits, two typed newbies, one handwritten newbie, and a poetry collection I’m trying to cultivate. You think I’m insane yet? You should.
Is anyone else psyched for CampNaNo?!
This is only my second NaNo experience (my first was last November, and it ROCKED). The whole thing is exciting for me because it gives me the kick in the pants that I need. It also means that I HAVE to turn off my inner editor and reminds me that it’s totally OKAY to suck for now because I only have thirty days, and who could be expected to come up with a beautifully-polished manuscript sundae in thirty freaking days? As long as stuff gets from my mind to a page, and 30,000 consecutive words end up in a document by the 30th, I WIN.