A Second Chance

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In my last post, Life After NaNoWriMo, I wrote of my grandiose plans to pretty much finish the first draft of my NaNo novel in the month of December. I had finished NaNo on a high. The sky was the limit. Anything was possible, and all I had to do was seize the day!

Ho, ho, ho.

As far as writing my NaNo novel is concerned, I’ve done very little. You see, I had been lazy. I always knew I didn’t like my story all that much, but to me the NaNo project was always more of an exercise in writing a book from start to finish than the creation of a masterpiece. I was aware it’s almost unheard of for a first novel to see the light of day, so it didn’t really matter to me whether or not this particular one would. The problem was that I was so uninterested in it I struggled to drag myself back to it, struggled to get stuck into the really hard yakka that needed to be done. I had lots of things to change and research, and when I saw the immensity of the task ahead I simply didn’t care enough to force myself to do it. And if I’m not that interested in writing it, I would be willing to wager no one else would be interested in reading it.

My initial nonchalance backfired spectacularly.

As a result, my manuscript and I have spent considerable time apart, “taking a break from each other”, as you do. It sat banished in its figurative drawer, i.e. open in Scrivener, its imploring, puppy-dog eyes a constant and irritating reminder of my neglect every time I set eyes on it, which was at least daily. But I recently relented and we had a little chat, and a quite fruitful one at that. We have agreed that out of the kindness of my heart (yes, I’m good like that) I will give it a second chance. I will find that interesting twist for the plot. I will flesh out my main character, I will give her faults, I will compel her to make both fortuitous and terrible mistakes, and I will throw at her every obstacle I possibly can. Additionally, I will endeavour to fix whatever else appears to be fixable. Then, in return, the manuscript (a not altogether unreasonable soul itself, I’m pleased to report) will reward me with a finished and hopefully readable novel.*

Sound fair?

Now I “just” need to deliver. I’ll let you know how it goes!

* Yes I know it’s not that simple, but hey — never let the truth get in the way of a good story!

This post first appeared at www.vmtaylor.com.au/a-second-chance/.

Life after NaNoWriMo

I did it! I “won” NanoWriMo! At the end of the day, November 30, my total word count was 50,606. I actually hit the 50,000 at 11pm on 29 November. I am, even days later, absolutely over the moon. I feel like I have achieved something valuable and learned some personal lessons.

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Life and Death

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It’s hard to believe there is just one week left of NaNoWriMo. To be honest, it’s kinda dragged for me, as my story began to stutter about a week in. From all I’ve read, this is quite normal but it’s still not the most encouraging thing in the world when it happens to you, especially when you read the updates from other triumphant participants claiming 4,000 words that day, or 6,000 words, or in one case over 11,000 words.

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Thinking Time

A woman with her back to the camera looks across a field as the sun goes down over distant trees.

As I lay awake in the night (which seems to frequently be the case since NaNo began) or first thing in the morning (should there be time for such an indulgence), I find my thoughts turning to my characters and their dilemmas. In this quiet time, with no…

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NaNo 2015 — Only a Week to Go

NaNo 2015 Participant

NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. Affectionately(‽) known as NaNo. That annual month-long event, rolling around like clockwork (strange, that) every November, when participants will write a 50,000 word first draft of a novel. Yep, that’s fifty thousand words in thirty days.

This year, I’m joining the ranks of the insane.

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The Beginning

Illustration of a small girl in a blue dress holding a small book while sitting on a tall pile of very large books.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Vicki who loved books.

One bright day, Vicki had a brilliant thought. “Ding!” said her brain, just like the carriage return on a typewriter, except she hadn’t yet experienced one of those. “Why don’t I write books and sell them?”

With the courage that afflicts only the very young, Vicki gathered her…

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