Tag: NaNoWriMo

  • Family Ties

    Having someone who supports you with your writing is perhaps one of the biggest motivators to keep going, story after story and page after page. A support group does wonders for this, but when the support follows you back home, that makes all the difference.

    I have been very lucky to find that support at home. When Lindsey and I first moved in together in 2006, I don’t think she took my threats of “I don’t do anything during November except write” seriously. She soon learned, when dinner wasn’t ready in time and dishes were piling up, or when I was wearing the same shirt for the third time that week because I couldn’t break away from my novel to do laundry. It was the true test of a relationship – and we got through it with flying colors and only the occasional squabble. (more…)

  • If You’re Really My Friend, You’ll Cook Me Dinner During NaNo

    I’ve known since I was little that I wanted to be a writer, and my parents have had time to come to terms with it. It helps that I grew up in an artistic household. My dad went from freelance artist to working for TSR to making video game art and then back to freelance art. Growing up with this lifestyle has made me realize that people can support themselves and a family off of art, but that sometimes it’s really difficult to make ends meet. My parents are one of my primary sources of encouragement and support for my writing, but they also want me to be realistic.

    When I went off to college to pursue a Creative Writing degree, they kept suggesting I consider how I was going to support myself and reminding me that most writers had a day job. Up until recently, I always assumed that I would support myself by working the fast food industry, because that’s what people who have English degrees do if they’re not planning on teaching, right? Luckily, I managed to find a desk job—something I never thought I’d see myself doing—that I actually enjoy most of the time. Writing has currently been sidelined to a hobby. At some point I would like to see it become something more. Though I think if I ever quit my day job to pursue writing full time, my mom might have a panic attack. (more…)

  • A Little (Orange) Notebook

    I’ve never been worried about running out of ideas, though I do worry about losing them. Like a lot of writers, I keep a little notebook for jotting down ideas. (And like most other things I own, I frequently lose this notebook.)

    Honestly, this notebook tells me more about my own state of mind when I had an idea, versus the idea itself. Mos ideas in there are just little notes; they might form a character later or a single scene in a larger work. The ideas usually stem from something that happened to me, or something I saw, and lets face it — if real life were all that fascinating and exciting all the time, we wouldn’t be so in love with fiction.

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  • An Idea of an Idea

    The ideas I actually end up seeing through are the ones that come to me in a flash and leave me quivering with excitement. The ideas that won’t let me sleep until I’ve started them. The ideas that force me from the shower still half covered in soap so that I can begin writing. Those ideas are too powerful to write down for later. They demand immediate attention.  But right now I’m busy… so they’re hiding away in a closet, talking amongst themselves and getting ready to battle it out so that when I’m ready for them, they’ll be there, and the best idea can present itself to me. I’m not actually included in the decision making process.

    At least… that’s what I’ve been telling myself, because they’ve been pretty quiet lately.
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  • Where Am I, and What’s the Deal With This Handbasket?

    A number of years back I was poking around on LiveJournal and ran across the blog of a friend of mine who was describing this thing called National Novel Writing Month. Which sounded really interesting, and I decided I wanted to try it.

    The only problem was that Nanowrimo runs from November 1 to 30 every year, and it was already the day after Thanksgiving.

    I had just finished (? Was finishing?) grad school and I was looking for another all consuming obsession to fill the anticipated void. I had matured as a technical writer and writing term papers and giving in-class presentations was coming easy. Challenging, yes, because I still had to master the material, but the actual effort of repackaging [0] was running smoothly.

    Writing fiction, however, was a nut I had yet to crack.

    I remember that when I was a kid I had written a short play— the kind you act on a stage, not on a screen. I must have written that play three separate times because I was so in love with the story [1]. I never did get a chance to put it on, though, because as a shy, bookish, nerdy, introverted child I didn’t have enough friends to fill out the cast. Thank all the Muses that none of my schoolteachers ever found out about my playwriting— no doubt they would have considered producing said play the perfect social therapy for a shy, bookish, nerdy, introverted child. In the 1970s, the Geek had yet to inherit the Earth, and a girl who was smart rather than sociable was simply Not On.

    Anyway, I had to wait eleven and a half months for my first Nanowrimo. By the time it finally rolled around I had already read No Plot, No Problem! and tried my hand at creating story out of the motion of pen over page. However, I looked forward to the discipline of having a series of deadlines as I experimented with long form fiction.

    The book I eventually wrote was dreadful. But the experience was a revelation.

    For some reason it has never been the online Nanowrimo community that caught my passion, which is actually pretty weird considering that I have been participating in online communities since approximately 1989 [2] and at the time lived and died by email. The greatest part of the Nanowrimo experience turned out to be sitting at a sticky table in some random coffee shop with a dozen perfect strangers, most of whom I would never see again, and bonding over writing absolute crap and bitching about it. Cheering those who caught up with their word count goals. Speculating about those mythical Nanowrimoers who supposedly hit the fifty-thousand word mark within the first week. Responding to challenges. Sagging in relief when your own fifty-thousandth word was completed on November 29 or thereabouts, and you could Have A Life once more. Applauding wildly those who met their own fifty-thousand word goal at the write-in.

    A few years later some in my local Nanowrimo group started this thing they were calling the Lawrence Writers Group in order to continue that special energy of a Nanowrimo flash community throughout the rest of the year and for some reason the universal expectation was that of course I would be involved. I’m not sure why— fiction writing isn’t really My Thing, I don’t generally do recreational writing except in November, and I sure as hell have no intention of trying to get published. But Lawrence Writers turned into the Confabulators turned into the Cafe, and here we all are.

    Like writing a Nanowrimo novel, I’m going to keep moving pen over page and see where it takes me.

    [0] An actual term of art in library science meaning taking the stuff you learn for class and turning it into term papers and in-class presentations.
    [1] I have absolutely no clue whatsoever what that story is now. But when I was 9, it was the stuff of brilliance.
    [2] Yes, Virginia, that is three years before the formal invention date of the World Wide Web. Yes, I am older than e-dirt.

  • {Insert Clever Title Here}

    Wasn’t sure how to approach this week’s assignment, so I went for simple: here’s a brief history of my writing experience.

    Years ago during a drive back home from graduate school with my then girlfriend (and now wife) to visit my parents, I took some NoDoz. I’d never taken any kind of anti-drowsy medication before, and I was skeptical that it would work. I was known to chug Mountain Dew right before going to bed, with no ill effects. How could two little caffeine pills matter?

    About an hour into the drive, my eventual spouse turned to me and asked, “How are you doing?”

    “I’mdoinggreat!ButIhaveawholelotofthingsIwanttotalktoyouabout!”

    Yes, it was that frantic and fast. No, I’ve never taken NoDoz since that day. What did I need to talk about so frantically? My first idea for my own science fiction story. The best idea ever for a story.

    Yes, really.

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  • The endless process of revision

    Perry White, Editor
    Jackie Cooper as Perry White in Superman (1978). This is what the editor in my head looks like. Photo courtesy of Warner Bros.

    One day in grad school, a professor was trying to make a point about the importance of editing and asked me how many drafts of a certain assignment I had written before turning it in.

    I knew what she wanted to hear. As one of her favorite students, I was supposed to corroborate her recommendation to complete multiple drafts. But the truth was, I hadn’t. The assignment I turned in — the piece she loved so much — was a one-off: One draft and done.

    But I couldn’t tell her that. I didn’t want to contradict her in front of the class. So before I answered her, I thought for a moment about what went in to that “first draft” I had turned in.

    Here’s the answer (more or less) I gave to the class:

    I revise as I write.

    Every time I sit down to work on something, I reread what I’ve already written. For short stories and poetry, I might start from the beginning. For longer pieces, it may be the start of the previous chapter or whatever I wrote the previous day. But I always approach my writing first as an editor, looking at it with fresh eyes. Once I’ve made sure what came before is clear, I start writing more.

    And the next time I pick up my pen — or sit down at the computer — to write, I start the process over again.

    Nowadays, editing is such an integral part of my writing process, I don’t think about it unless I’m working off of someone else’s notes. Then I always save my original draft and start a new one, out of fear that a paragraph I cut or a favorite line that I change may be lost forever.

    I like to start off each session with the skeptical eye of an editor, looking for the pitfalls in the narrative and reminding myself of the seeds I planted along the way. It’s a lengthier process.

    It also goes against the spirit of NaNoWriMo, and just about every other bit of writing advice I’ve ever read. Stephen King recommends writing “with the door shut,” keeping your editor away until you’re done writing. I prefer to work in tandem with my editor, revising as I go along.

    However you do it — whether you choose to write first and edit later, or edit as you go — keep your editor’s hat handy. No first draft is good enough. Revise, revise, revise.

  • Are You Editing Your NaNoWriMo Novel?

    The Confabulators have been meeting once a month for the last several years. Every November, they’re the core group of WriMos who encourage others to sit down and write 50,000 words in a month. The local message board is rife with taunts, excerpts, questions and support that I’m sure happens in every region for National Novel Writing Month.

    We like to think our group is special because we don’t just write in November. We started the Cafe to  share our enthusiasm with the rest of the world. This last November we had several successes. Among them, one of the books completed during NaNoWriMo is going to be published. This barista can’t tell you whose it was or when or where it will be published, but maybe you’ll find a hint here in the Ephemera question for this week: Are you editing your NaNoWriMo novel?

    Jason Arnett:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahuh. Sorry. Ahem. Yes, I’m editing my NaNoWriMo novel. I laugh because I had intended to have a real first draft done and out to my sharp-eyed friends who would so kindly read it. Obviously I don’t have that done yet, but I am in the process of trying to get to that point. I can offer all kinds of excuses (and you can read them on my blog) but I’m diving headfirst into in come April 1. Ask me again in a month how it’s going.

    Nancy Cayton Myers

    Yes, I’m editing my 2011 NaNo book.  I’ve gone through it in hard copy and wrote a long, act by act treatment/synopsis to find the holes, explore what to expand on, and determine ways to raise the stakes for the various plot lines and characters.  I’ve gotten some great feedback from the few readers that would put up with the super-rough NaNo draft.  Now I need to get busy rewriting so I can send it out for more.  It’s going to take awhile to revise to my satisfaction, but I love this story.  Wish me luck!

    Jack Campbell, Jr.

    Not yet. I have a strict rule that I will not edit without writing something else in between as a palette cleanser. With Script Frenzy being in April, a screenplay will allow me a complete mental break from my novel. My plan is to start editing Kill Creek Road in May, and hopefully have it ready for submission by the end of the Summer.

    Sara Lundberg

    As of right now, no, am not editing my NaNo novel. I want to. Someday. It deserves the attention. I received invaluable feedback and a great deal of encouragement from my fellow writing group members for it. So I plan to. When the thought of revising it doesn’t make me want the throw up anymore, I will.

    Amanda Jaquays

    If I said, “yes” I would be lying. If I said “no” I would equally be lying. A better response to whether I’m editing my NaNoWriMo novel would be that I’m trying. I’ll get a solid week of editing in before I get distracted by something… anything. It’s a bad sign when cleaning the litterbox is more appealing than editing. I keep telling myself I will dive back into the editing process–I’ve already gone through and made the edits on paper, I just have to type them up–but it’s really hard to get motivation. Especially when there are books to read… and reread.

    Ted Boone

    Am I editing my NaNoWriMo novel? No. I’m still writing the first draft. 🙂

  • Writers aren’t what they eat

    Unlike the clever mantra told to children to get them to eat their fruits and veggies, writers are not a product of their nutritional intake. Instead, we are an amalgamation of visual and aural stimuli. We collect these inputs like hoarders, stuffing our minds to the rafters with scenes, characters, stories, dialogues, and anything else we can find. Then we mix everything together into a slurry of deliciousness and spew the whole mess onto the page for our readers to…enjoy? Somewhere this analogy went terribly awry. Oh well. Onwards!

    Visual Influences
    Movies and television shows definitely impact my writing style. I often think very hard about the scenes in my stories and specifically try to address how they would translate to television or the big screen. Usually, though not always, I try to rewrite passages that would prove difficult to film. My reasoning is that anything that won’t translate to a visual medium means I’m doing too much telling, and not enough showing in my writing.

    That said, I still like leaving a lot of room for my reader’s imagination, so I tend to focus on television shows and movies where the actors and directors apply a subtle approach. I pay attention to conversations with lots of unspoken dialogue that’s communicated instead through body language and subtle nuanced behavior.

    Some examples of media that has specifically impacted me would be movies like Ocean’s Eleven and Inception, as well as the television series Battlestar Galactica. In Ocean’s Eleven, many of the dialogue scenes are starkly brief and snappy. Characters speak to one another in clipped phrases, leaving the audience to figure out the undercurrent of the conversation. In Inception, each character displays a clear archetype in the story, and each set piece is incredibly distinct and necessary to the story. Again, conversations are kept short and to the point, and plenty of room is left for the viewer to interpret events as they see fit.

    My favorite aspect of Battlestar Galactica was the complicated yet believable romantic dilemmas many of the characters faced. In particular, the love triangle of Starbuck, Apollo, and Anders. Starbuck, who was once engaged to Apollo’s brother, has an on-again, off-again affair with her almost-brother-in-law. She’s torn between her love for Anders and her irresistible physical and emotional attraction to Apollo. Self-loathing and bitterness cause each of the three characters to constantly try to extinguish and then rekindle the bonds that bind them together, and the resulting emotional orbits are incredibly rewarding to watch. Again, I’m drawn by the subtle way some of these scenes played out. The things that weren’t said, or weren’t shown on screen, were just as interesting as the things we got to watch on-screen.

    When I’m watching a movie or show that I like while I’m writing, I pay particular attention to certain details. I try to pay attention to different conversation styles, and the dynamics that arise between characters. I like to think about why something works in the visual media, and how it would translate (or not translate) to written media.

    Aural influences

    Music also plays a vital role in my writing process, but it’s not quite as direct as the visual. I use music primarily as background noise to drown out the real world and let me submerge myself into my writing. When I’m working, the music I listen to is almost always instrumental and low-key. That said, I will choose certain musical styles to inform certain scenes. Sometimes I want light, classical music to influence my tone, while other times I need dark, complex melodies to color my writing. Recently, I’ve listened to modern music from Hans Zimmer, Jonny Greenwood, Christopher O’Riley, and Philip Glass, as well as the classics like Bach, Beethoven, Bartok, and Grieg.

    When I’m not writing, but I’m in the midst of the writing process, I tend to listen to music with lots of interesting, poetic lyrics, or weird, mind-bending melodies. Bjork, Radiohead, Cocorosie, The Cure, and Peter Gabriel come to mind, but there are plenty of others. What I’m seeking is music that captures simplistic themes using sparse, beautiful phrases in both tone and vocabulary. My hope is that when I return to writing, the poetry of the music will act like a mild seasoning for my own writing, giving it a slightly higher level of artistic writing without drowning the reader in flowery prose.

    Sundry Influences

    What else influences me during writing? Let’s see: lots of sugar, lots of caffeine, and lots of not-sleep. I’m a sprinter, so my writing efforts are always bursts of creativity spurred by the frantic pace of NaNoWriMo or some other artificial deadline drawn in the sand. I envy folks that write methodically and regularly, but I don’t see that in my future.

    Last, but far from least, is the writing of my fellow writers. During November, nothing gets me more excited to write than seeing the most recent passages being crafted by my fellow authors. Every year I feel humbled, and challenged, and inspired by the incredible creativity of the small group of writers I’ve come to know and love in my local community and on the internet. They play an absolutely critical role in motivating me and inspiring my writing.

  • For every work there is a deadline

    On a typical day in the writing life, I might stumble into my home office, where several motivational NaNoWriMo posters and offbeat art cheerlead my efforts from the walls. There, I set up my laptop on the cluttered desk.  I notice it’s cluttered, mutter something about fixing that at some point in the future, and attempt to carry on.  I turn on some appropriate music (something that vaguely promises a revolution now, or a pleasant female vocalist).  Then I realize that I’m thirsty and go put the tea kettle on for hot water.  I open up a new document, type an opening sentence and delete it a dozen times, then hear the tea kettle screeching at me.

    After I brew a perfect cup of tea, I change up the music.  Adjust my desk chair.  Contemplate de-cluttering.  Survey other projects that are not getting done.  Set an alarm. Realize that the fragrant tea is not engraving a brilliant novel on the computer screen–I have to do some chiseling.

    But who do I fool?  I try to set up routines, carve out space each day for writing; but it simply does not work.  Wave a deadline in front of my face, though, and the words wend their way to the page. There are some drawbacks to this reality:  the less sleep I’ve had, and the closer the deadline, the longer my sentences become, labyrinthine monuments to unfolding thoughts that gleamed with the spark of fools’ gold in the early morning light.

    For good or for ill, though, deadlines are the magic that make me write.  This is why I like NaNoWriMo so much; it is no respecter of routines, effective or otherwise.  It breaks into my life, forces me to write at gunpoint, burgles some of my time back for a novel.  I also appreciated semester’s end at school for similar reason.

    The other part of routine that I do find effective is changing locales.  My home office is great, but deciding to go out to a coffee shop to write makes it seem more like a scheduled activity.  Alas, even with specific cafes I find myself slipping into routine activities and standard beverages that help me avoid writing.   So I must be promiscuous in my routine, changing place and caffeine catalyst constantly lest the anti-muse of distraction catch me.  The anti-muse and I are old lovers; only in hiding, shape-shifting, teleporting can I hope to evade her!

    Fortunately, there are a lot of coffee shops in Lawrence, and she seems to forget them quickly.  Hopefully she won’t notice that I’m cheating with a deadline now!