The Lazy Week before Camp NaNoWriMo

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20150515_114520Not much to catch up on this week–all in all it was busy, and uneventful.  Such is the way of things.  I’ve picked up The Wheel of Time, Book I by Robert Jordan again–and I’m going to finish it this time.  It’s no discredit to Jordan that I keep putting it down.  It’s rather the opposite.  Every time I get through the prologue, I’m inspired to run to the page myself, only to sit and stare blankly until I give up.  This time, I’ll stay put.  I’ll give it ample attention.

So what else?  I am fondly missing a green chair in a house where I’ve been sitting (in the literal sense, and in the caretaking sense) for the past two weeks while its owner was off on an adventure, and now they are home.  It was one of the best places I’ve ever read.  Simply perfect.

All in all, a lazy, busy week–which I guess is just fine, because next week is going to be jam-packed as I head to Dex-Con 2015 (mind your head on that flash intro), celebrate my beloved’s birthday, and start Camp NaNoWriMo.

As I’ve mentioned before, and for those that are still unfamiliar with Camp NaNoWriMo, it is inspired by National Novel Writing Month (in November), only it happens in April and July.  One unique thing about Camp NaNoWriMo is that you are randomly assigned to “cabins” with other people that may have similar goals or may be writing similar genres as you, that you can talk to and interact with as you go.  Another unique feature of Camp NaNoWriMo is that you can pick and choose your word count–so if your summer is far too busy for the full 50,000 words traditionally set, you can change your individual word count to be less. Or more, if that’s your thing.

Well, this Camp NaNoWriMo, that will happen to be my thing.  I am preparing myself to up the ante this year and finish my novel draft once and for all, by completing the challenge with 100,000 words.

With no school, and currently nothing more than freelance work and job hunting to do, I have no excuse not to be able to do it.

You see, I have been thinking a lot lately about getting my work published and out there.  It is really what I want to be doing, though to be fair I have many things that I want to be doing.  But first and foremost, I want to get my stories to readers.  I’ve been thinking about traditional publishing.  I’ve browsed the Kindle publishing page on Amazon.  I’ve thought of self-publishing in other ways as well.

But I really do need to finish them first.  They are all in my head, some of them from beginning to finish, but they’re not doing anyone any good there.  I need to get them out, and to have them exist as much outside me as within.

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NaNoWriMo is a terrific way to get a lot of writing out in a very short period of time.  It’s mildly competitive, there is no real prize for winning except for your own satisfaction (and maybe a coupon, and Internet bragging rights, of course), and it’s fun.  It puts the pressure

on and gives you no time to overthink about what you’re writing down–there will be plenty of time for that later.  I’ve participated often before, but often fell short of the goal, or even once used it for an Avengers fanfiction story I was writing.  (I love to write fanfiction.)

I am hoping that I can channel my competitive spirit for this one and really get it done.  50,000 words is already a great task.  It’s about 200 pages, give or take, given there are roughly 250 words to a page (type 12 font, double spaced).

Using the mighty power of math, 100,000 words will be roughly 400 pages total–and roughly 13 pages per day.  But it’s necessary to me.  Starbound is a part of me that is long overdue to be complete.

I still anticipate updating every Monday during this time, though the posts will probably be shorter.  But, by the end of it, I hope to have a draft that I can edit, re-edit and agonize over before submitting somewhere before October.

You’ve heard it here–I’m going to finish my novel this summer.  It’s going to be great!

Now, who’s with me?


Read Any Good Books Lately?

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Last week, I read five books, back to back and strictly for pleasure.  And it was amazing.

The upside to looking for employment is that I’ve had a bit of downtime in the meanwhile, and I’ve been using it to work through the pile of books I’ve promised my attention for the past year or so.  In the past week I’m happy to say I made a pretty nice dent in it…though naturally by weekend’s end I had buffed that dent out by adding more books to that pile.  Such is the way of things.

I finally finished Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere, which pretty much blew my mind (an increasingly common feat for Gaiman’s books at this point in my life).  Charlie N. Holmberg’s The Paper Magician series was quickly devoured thereafter–a charming series that you should totally give a go if you are into magic realism and romance and wonderfully written characters.  The other was a more explicit romance novel about Scottish werewolves.  Because why not?

I also heard somewhere recently (I think somebody quoting Stephen King on Twitter) that if you don’t have the time to read, then you don’t have the time or tools to write. 

The ultimatum made me pretty ambivalent on principle (that little ornery voice in my head going “don’t tell me what to do rawr!”), but I can’t say I disagree.  While I read this week, I also did a lot of writing.  More writing, perhaps, than I’ve done in months. I found new words, new ideas, new possibilities I was not aware of before.  This isn’t an isolated incident or a new revelation, either.  Whenever I have done a great deal of reading, I’ve always done a great deal of writing as well.

I know some of us–or at least me, at one point or another–would like to think that the ideas just come from a pure, untouched well inside of us, but that’s far from true.  The pieces come from all around us, I think.  That well is gloriously muddy with the stir of life. Even dreams come from all the little fragments of everything we process in our daily lives and all the states of our memory–like a newspaper thrown in a food processor and recomposed, one random piece at a time. 

This realization used to, sometimes still makes me very nervous as a writer, believing that each and every thought has to be completely, purely original from me and never done before.  And it used to, sometimes still does depress me when I realize that’s just not possible.  That like it or not, I’m completely intertwined with the world I’m living in, right down to my thoughts and perceptions that are, because or in spite of, the world around me. 

That anxiety only becomes another excuse not to write (or read) at all, which, last time I checked, never helped any writer.  Not really.  So I cannot disagree with the assertion that if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time or tools to write. 

At the same time, I’m just personally…squicky about implying to people what the best use of their time is, or being told what the best use of my time is, because I am aware that it is so valuable, but feel that value varies from person to person, so, what is the best use of my time is probably a huge waste of time to someone else, and such.

So for the time-sensitive of us, maybe consider a different perspective.

The human body is a magnificent thing.  It’s tough and resilient.  The better you take care of it, the better it will take care of what you need it to do.  Food, rest, exercise, etc. make for the constant giving and taking of energy that the body does to keep itself alive.  If you stop sleeping, or eating well, it will still do what you want it to do.  But not as well.  If you fuel your body sufficiently with what it needs to carry out the demands you make on it, it can only become stronger and more efficient at its tasks.

Take what I said a moment ago about the newspaper in the blender.  It doesn’t have to be a newspaper. It doesn’t have to be a blender. Do you see what I mean?

If you do not read as much, you still have the ability to write, just like your body will still likely keep functioning if you don’t get enough sleep or food.  But it will probably be different.  And it will probably not be a good kind of different. 

If you fuel your mind sufficiently with the words and the thoughts and possibilities that it needs to create new and original from the world around it, the result can only be stronger, more thoughtful writing and thinking.  (Not to mention supporting other authors who have worked hard to share their stories with the world.)

Make reading for your writing as necessary as eating, sleeping and exercising for your energy, but most importantly, make reading necessary to your quality of life in general.

There’s really no downside to it.

Speaking of reading and writing a lot…isn’t Camp NaNoWrimo around the corner? 😉