Well, I never thought I’d be one to discuss NaNoWriMo. I’m sorry if you are already sick of hearing it from every blogger in November.
I joined this year because I began writing a sci-fi, out of my comfort zone last year and while I had many projects up I the air at once, this novel was just not getting written. I would add a paragraph here and there and in a year only had 24 pages, that’s sad.
So as my debut novel launched on Oct 13 I decided right then to jump in with both feet as I always do, and signed up to nano to get this book written. I work best under pressure with time constraints looming over me.
Writers have no real time constraints, we make it up as we go along, we can finish when we want or not at all. It’s our prerogative unless you have a publisher breathing down your neck. Well, I have a few other books I’m aching to be working on, so this has to get done so I can start them.
Of course, life gets in the way all the time. I got sick. I have tests and appointments and a day job. While needing to rest and work. As we all do! Yet, I still managed to add more words to the the challenge then I did before I signed up.
I hit 21900 Friday. I may not win it, but I will finish it now. The story is finally building and growing and taking on a life of its own.
And that folks Is the point of joining NaNoWriMo!
Get your words in, get your book written.
Happy writing Nov, Theresa Jacobs
What are your thoughts on NaNoWriMo, I’d love to hear from you.
When it comes to writing, some people like to think about the entire story, before actually writing at all. Then there are others who just sit at the blank page and write on the fly, let the story tell itself.
I am a Panster. I did not know this when I began writing. I actually thought there must be something wrong with me, that I was missing out on some secret training. As I decided to make writing my life’s work, I began to research the structures of plotting. All I learned was that I am not a plotter — not at all!
After reading and trying different idea’s, I still can not see my story past the next sentence. I only see that as I am typing it. There may be occasions where I’ll envision a scene that will transpire later on in the story, and I’ll write it down. Usually, I don’t even know who the characters are until the show up in the tale. As they appear, I see what they look like, their age and even a bit of their history. Then I write them in my journal for reference.
Below are just a few structure variations I have found.
How do you write? Do you Plot or Fly by the seat of your Pants?
Have a look at my thought process below and share your comments. Happy writing, Theresa
This is how my ideas formulate. Below is the outline of an idea I came up with, I wrote this and am now working on a novel on the basis of this. So, I had this one main character in my mind, and that was it. As I write the characters are gathering and growing. I am letting them led me to where they need to go. I do have an ending in mind, the rest is up to them.
Space alien story. (Kepler — working title)
The earth was coming to an end; we shuttled to Kepler to colonize only it didn’t turn out that way. The Aliens were already there, we are now their property. They understand us, we do not understand them. Oh, I like to think with millions of us, there must be some people smart enough to figure out their language. And I hope beyond all hope that those people are working on an escape plan for us, or we are doomed, this is no life for us, we were never meant to live underground, in glass cages like animals in a zoo.
We call them slugs, they move about tunnels that surround our glass dome. They watch us and study us; they take us away, some never to return. They must have gathered all the information from our ships archives and libraries to recreate a semblance of our earth homes, but it’s nowhere near reality for us. We have no TV or music, only books, and artworks. We each have small sleeping pods that are also glass, we no longer eat like we used too, and I think that is the hardest for a lot of us. As you know, the people of earth were binge eaters, or overweight eaters, or bored snackers. Not here, we get supplement drops, one a day, I can’t profess to imagine how they work, but they do. They give us all the life sustenance needed. I guess the positive is that there are no more overweight people, we are all pretty thin now, and we no longer need to defecate, just urinate.
We also cannot kill ourselves, at first a lot of people did. So, they took away every possible way to do so. The only way to die is to get another person to kill you, and if you try, they interfere immediately. Never mind the fact that they watch us 24/7, as everywhere we go is glass.
We have a very basic uniform of a tan fabric; almost sack like every one of them exactly the same. Men, women, child, it doesn’t matter; you wear this sack dress, no underwear. The temperature in the dome is somehow set to be constant too, it’s never too hot or too cold, and it is always light. There is no change in day or night. We sleep in the light, and we wake in the light.
Most people, like me, are depressed. We have no lives here, no jobs, and no recreation. At first, people tried to escape, people rioted and fought and yelled and cried, only to discover that if we did so, we got gassed. The gas made us dopey and quiet and complacent. Perhaps they are continuously gassing us now, and we just don’t know it.
I am sure that most of you have heard this Idiom before. For anyone that may not know what it means; it basically sums up that we have different perspectives on life.
If I grew up in the country and you grew up in the city, we each have a way of living, beliefs, knowledge and skills that the other person would not have. Therefore our views, or opinions, on the same thing would relate to our own backgrounds or upbringing.
And what does this have to do with writing?
Well, every person that reads your story is going to have their own views already set. We carry our history with us, where we’ve been, who we know, what we have done.
Therefore I feel when we are writing stories not only should our grammar and prose be great, but also our descriptions. If I am writing about the snow in the mountains and a person from the Caribbean is reading it, but they have never seen the snow, or felt the bitter cold that permeates every inch of your body, they will just be reading words. As a writer you want to bring the reader right into the story, you want them to see the mountain and feel that cold. Or if writing horror you want them to get goosebumps and look in the closet before bed, or fall in love, or burn with hatred … this is your job as a writer.
This also relates (see its relative) to rejection. Even if you are an amazing writer, it doesn’t mean that every single person out there is going to go goo-goo for your book. I am sure that we have all been there, you have a favorite author, you read all their work, and then one day you pick up one of their books and you think it stinks -but others love it — their writing hasn’t changed. So what was it? The topic? The genre? A character that rubbed you the wrong way? It most likely was no error on the authors’ side, but something that relates to you and your life, or beliefs, or even just where you are in life at the moment.
So in closing, get out there, write whatever you want and make it great. Practice, ask for advice, get to know others and do what makes you happy.
As Albert Einstein once said — “When a pretty girl sits on your lap for an hour, it seems like a minute. When you sit on a hot stove for a minute, it seems like an hour.”