1) I don't really watch sports.
2) My wife wants to play video games, too.
3) I forgot the third reason.
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Time for Nanowrimo!
I went back and forth on this for a while, but I finally decided to jump into Nanowrimo for the second year in a row.
Why the hesitation? It's honestly because it doesn't fit my work ethic. I'm propelled by the desire to write regularly and hold a finished project in my hand. Word counts? Not so much. I do enjoy keeping track of them, but 50k as a goal doesn't work for an author whose word counts are dictated by the moment the story feels over. Middle grade books tend to have with fewer, meticulously voiced and designed word counts.
But I'm jumping in again for one reason, and it's not to win. This school year (and my recent move) has been a certifiable writing killer. I've been managing a million moving parts while allowing writing to become the moving piece that gets shafted.
That's not cool, dude.
So I'm Nanowrimo-ing this year to jump start my writing again. Not writing stinks worse than a wet sock sitting out in the sun with a dead carp in it.
So far I have 1,700 words for a book tentatively titled THE HONESTY PLEDGE.
Have you jumped in, too? Be my writing buddy by clicking here.
Why the hesitation? It's honestly because it doesn't fit my work ethic. I'm propelled by the desire to write regularly and hold a finished project in my hand. Word counts? Not so much. I do enjoy keeping track of them, but 50k as a goal doesn't work for an author whose word counts are dictated by the moment the story feels over. Middle grade books tend to have with fewer, meticulously voiced and designed word counts.
But I'm jumping in again for one reason, and it's not to win. This school year (and my recent move) has been a certifiable writing killer. I've been managing a million moving parts while allowing writing to become the moving piece that gets shafted.
That's not cool, dude.
So I'm Nanowrimo-ing this year to jump start my writing again. Not writing stinks worse than a wet sock sitting out in the sun with a dead carp in it.
So far I have 1,700 words for a book tentatively titled THE HONESTY PLEDGE.
Have you jumped in, too? Be my writing buddy by clicking here.