National Novel Writing Month
NaNoWriMo for those of you who don’t know is National Novel Writing Month and it encompasses the whole of November. The goal is to achieve 50k words by setting goals to sit down and write in increments of [X] and the site does well to help set these goals for you.
The process is getting an excerpt, summary, cover [even if not final] and the first draft complete before the last day of November. The novel can be a series of short stories or a full novel.
This year I will be participating in NaNoWriMo with the intention of finishing up a story I had started years back. In my spare time, I enjoy writing, not just reading and reviewing! The easy part is reading and picking out what didn’t work for you, it’s an entirely different story when you’re writing and you feel all your critique [no matter how constructive it may have been,] come creeping back to haunt you. I’ve decided to lay aside my fears and go as far as muses will take me!
That being said, I have begun my preparations, pulling up old notes, backgrounds, scribblings and I have begun to stockpile coffee as well as several Spotify playlists. Are you participating this year? If so, what are you doing to prep? What are your goals to begin with? What kind of story are you working on?
Here is an [unedited] excerpt from the story I’m working on.
Marie cast a contemplative glance in the direction of her son, her lips full lips began to thin as he refused to look upon her. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” She brushed a lock of ebony from her face and sighed. If he wouldn’t speak to her then she would simply redirect and carry the conversation on herself.
“Yes, I will be.” His stiffened form began to turn away.
“Chandler, you have no idea what is going on. So before you run your mouth mindlessly, think this through. You know nothing.” Marie’s lips turned into a smile that was befitting of a devil, not a loving mother.
As much as Chandler may have wanted to oppose his mother and to warn his friend of what may have been brewing there was nothing that could be done. He could warn her that there was something on the horizon, warn her that his mother was not as she seemed and yet how could she prepare and what choice would she have, given her birthplace in life? She was an Unwanted.
Huzzah! [See, step one in overcoming fear… I posted a piece of my work in a public viewing place!]
Anyway, comment below and lets talk about NaNoWriMo, let’s pledge to keep each other accountable and motivated.