Oh HELL yes, It’s On

It’s just after 8am. What are you doing?

Last night, after I made next to zero progress over the last week thanks to moving across the country, settling into and filling an empty apartment, and dealing with adjusting to my new life as being a “work from home, stay at home, TRAPPED AT HOME” person I chained myself to the computer and banged out 5k words. Not enough to get caught up, but sweet damn did I have fun doing it. You’re a bitch, NaNoWriMo, but a bitch I can’t wait to spank.

Also, I’ve mentioned on twitter (@authorkatm) that I was considering starting a vlog, which I’ll link to this one. Last night, I recorded a dummy vlog post just to dick around with the editing tools of Windows Movie Maker and see how retarded I look on film. The verdict is – it’s going to be difficult to master the editing and I only look semi-retarded on film so the vlog is a go. I’ll be recording a real post tonight and hopefully posting  tomorrow once I edit the shit out of it. So, you know, grab your glass of wine and look for that.

In other news, I’m currently reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I have to share that fact with you because never have I been so desperate for a novel not to end. It’s incredibly interesting and delves into one of my absolute favorite subjects – god mythology. Go to Barnes & Noble, go to Amazon, go to wherever and pick it up. Then get Anansi Boys by the same author. Incredible novels.

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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.

What?

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.

Who?

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?

*crickets*

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.