Monday, November 30, 2009

Barely Counts

Barely counts. I am now an official winner of NaNoWriMo 2009, with 50,200 words and one hour to go.

It feels pretty good, even though I have to admit, I've got a climax and denouement still to write.

Yay for me!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Other Writers, Damn Them

A writing fellow I know, Tom Wallace, has started a blog. It's already more on point, more amusing, and much more erudite than mine, and the problem here is, I have no idea how to indicate that I am sticking my tongue out at him in print. (Blegh? Ffftt? Thwipppity?)
Of course, I have some room for pride: I am still nano'ing, and I'm keeping my word count up despite illness, locusts and driving hail. OK, just one of those. But still, I am definitely up against it.
So I read the week three pep talk from nanowrimo, and apparently, I am supposed to be hating my characters, despairing of my plot, and generally finding myself less than pleased with my novel. In fact, I am very happy with my novel, barring a few issues.
1. Chapter 5 is now three times as long as all the rest of the chapters. What's with that?
2. I think I'm going to have to take the whole thing apart and put it together again in a different order to make cause A happen in front of effect B.
3. I still haven't found a way to get rid of the zombies that showed up during plotting. Damn zombies.
Where comes all this fear that if I am not like other writers, that I am not a good writer? I never really wanted to belong to any fraternity, I suppose, and now I find myself staring in, hoping I am one of those people I always admired.
Jamie at Woodstream told me the other day that what I needed was to send one of my babies out to an agent--ready or not. She's right, and I'm going to do it.
Just as soon as I get rid of those zombies.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


Yes, there is only one channel here at the Middle, and it's called nanowrimo. I have come to feel that this is both one of the silliest and the most educational things I have ever done as a writer.
I have learned that I can write 3 to 4 thousand words a day, easy, when motivated. I have learned that the middle of the book is about 10 thousand pages long, and is awful, and I can only write about a 500 or a thousand words a day there. I know that the next 25,000 words will bring more lessons, and I'm really wondering how much of a pain in the ass they will be.
Silly business? My neck hurts from cramping over a keyboard. I'm starting a new contract job in the middle of this project, and that seems the extreme edge of silly. Also, other wrimos seem to be another country from me. They are weirdly social, and they self-publish a lot. Maybe I will look like a hack by doing this? Oh, well. So be it. The lessons showing me that I could very well be a full-time novelist are worth it. Another silly thing? I am dreaming in cheesy novel plots. Even cheesier than the ones I'm actually writing!

Sunday, November 8, 2009


This is the view from my current favorite writing spot in the yard. My mother-in-law's art pieces, "Windows on the Wetlands" are in view, as are a new hibiscus, an old cedar stump my dad gave me, and an eight year old staghorn fern.

Sunday, November 1, 2009


And we're off to the races!

Or, as my nephew John said this morning, "literary trainwreck has begun--choochoo"