Now What

Signed up on NaNoWriMo, check.

Killer idea, check.

Outline written, hashed, rewritten, check.

Fantastic opener sure to snag attention, check.

*Checks calendar*


With a little over a week left until I can start with the actual WRITING of my NaNo novel, I’m stuck sitting on this idea. This raises a few problems.

One reason I hate outlining is that once the story is on paper (even in outline form) a bit of the passion and excitement I feel for the story diminishes. That’s the reason writers write. There’s a story inside and it needs to get out. Once it does, even if it’s only in a form that I can understand, some of the magic is sucked out of it. So the questions is, then, how do I retain that magic until writing day?

I suppose a solution would be to stuff it away, forget about it until November 1st, but then I take the risk of losing the nuggets of genius dialogue, one-liners, etc. that come from allowing the story to simmer delicately on the back burner.

So… now what?

Sure, I could outline more. Sure, I could delve deeper into my character and come up with elaborate pasts for every fucking one of them. But I already know them. I know them well enough that if you asked me what their favorite color is, I’d answer in a heartbeat. The soup doesn’t need any more pepper. It’s perfect. Now let me serve it, dammit.

Progress Update – What?

I know. It was mere hours ago that I told you about Renee’s evil plot to suck me into the month of “literary abandon” that causes mass nausea just to consider known as NaNoWriMo. But you’ve missed me. Admit it. One post a month? That’s like, abuse or something. So, I’m using this as an excuse to pester visit you more.

Renee and I have spent the better part of the evening hashing and rehashing my rough (and when I say rough, I mean old lady calloused feet rough) outline. It was good, but it had no tension. We took care of that by amping up the asshole factor of two of my characters. I have to say, asshole or not, I kind of like them. They’re my kind of people, even if they are Reapers.


Shhhh. You didn’t hear that.

The problem now is that I’m ready to write. I’ve got some kinks worked out – though I’m sure some will splat all over my face during the process – and Greg is whispering sweet nothings in my ear.


Shhhh. You didn’t hear that, either.

Point is, I have to find something to occupy my mind until November. I’ve got other projects, sure, but they aren’t screaming at me the way this one is. Maybe there’s something to this procrastination thing.

Ideas? I’m open to anything that involves chocolate, wine, books, and the occasional slap.

Or I could just blog. That’s it. I’ll bother you guys some more. Thanks. You’re the best.

NaNoWriMo OR The End of All Things

Today, my friend (yes, Renee, we’re still friends) blogged about NaNoWriMo and whether it was a good thing or bad thing. Rather than repeating what she said, go read her post.

*hums jeopardy theme while clicking through pictures of Katherine Monneig*

Oh, haha, welcome back. Her? That’s Shane. You know, from L Word?


Fuck it.

I’ve never participated in NaNoWriMo. Never had a desire to for a few reasons:

1) It’s annoying as hell to type NaNoWriMo with all those alternating capital and lower case letter. My pinky gets cramped every time.

2) Word counts mean nothing to me. I can spend all night writing an 800 word flash fiction piece and be just as happy as those clowns who brag on twitter that they wrote 3k words in 45 minutes. Good for them. It’s shit. Trust me. The first draft of anything is putrid.

3) And here I’m going to reiterate something Renee said only to drive the point home – NaNo indirectly encourages people who have no calling to be a writer to write 50k words of shit, then haul ass over to Lulu or Createspace or whatever and publish that piece of garbage because they want to be the next E.L. James.

But that doesn’t mean I think I CAN’T put out 50k words of hell knows what in a month. I’ve done it before. In fact, the two books I’ve written (both still in draft one form because HOLY GOD are they shit) were on paper in less than a month each. But I did that almost 4 years ago back when OFW was a group on Goodreads. I’d just penned the first one that I titled Sacrifical Lamb Cake and loved the process of it so much, I decided to learn more.

That’s when writing became difficult and the focus to just sit down and write fizzled.

Learning about the craft of writing is important for anyone wishing to make writing a career, but it also fuels that internal editor that whispers doubt and endless revision in your ear.

NaNoWriMo, for me, will be about seeing if I can put a tight little noose around said editor’s neck for 30 days and bang out something worth editing, revising, and maybe, one day, publishing.

OR – it’ll be the end of all things and I’ll snap, go on a seven state killing spree, and later the police will find me naked and bloodied in an alley, rocking back and forth, still trying to finish my outline on a brick wall using the blood of my victims as ink.

Only one way to find out.