I’ve been a pantser most of my writing life. Many’s the time I’ve leapt with nothing more than a brief idea of image, letting the story take shape with no knowledge of where I’m going, but trusting that everything will come together. It’s even worked. Sometimes.
All those plans went by the wayside yesterday morning at about 10:30. That was when the husband and I took one of our two cats to the vet. Some three hours later, we said goodbye to him.
“The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.” ― Terry Pratchett
On Wednesday, I offered some advice on how to prepare your environment for NaNoWriMo. Today, I’m going to talk about another thing you need to make some decisions on, preferably before NaNoWriMo actually starts: how to keep track of your words.
We’re twenty days out from November 1, and I figured it’s time to start offering up some advice to help you get yourself organized for the coming month. In this post, I’m not offering tips for how to plan your novel, but how to organize your writing environment so you can minimize distractions, stress, and “Why didn’t I think of that!” once the writing starts.
I spent the weekend planning. Most of it was for NaNoWriMo, which is now only 22 days away. I’m still figuring out the plot for “Home and the Heartland”, which is this year’s story, and the third book in the Henry’s Mills series, contemporary romances set in a fictional small town in Connecticut. Yes, I like Gilmore Girls. Except…
For the past year, I’ve been keeping a Bullet Journal. It’s been tremendously helpful in keeping myself on track, especially since 2016 has not been particularly calm. If you’re looking for a journaling system, I highly recommend giving it a try.
It’s Monday morning and NaNoWriMo 2016 sign-ups begin today. By the time you read this, I’ll have created my novel page, and uploaded the first version of my cover – which will probably need to be re-sized.
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From the Archives
One hundred years and one day ago, my great-grandmother stepped into a voting booth for the first time to exercise her newly granted right to help choose the leaders of our nation. She was always around of being there that November, and voting was a lifetime habit she maintained until shortly before her passing. She passed that pride along to her daughter, my grandmother, and to her granddaughter, my mother. As the fourth generation to exercise that right, I do so faithfully, but I feel particularly connected to her this year, knowing I walk in her footsteps. I also walk in the footsteps of the other great-grandmother whom I never knew, who marched for the vote. If I didn’t cast my ballot, I suspect I’d receive a nocturnal visit and a firm talking to.
In terms of heat, this at the Hallmark movie level. If Hallmark movies had more bodies, plots to overthrow the emperor, and eunuchs. Do not take your eyes off the eunuch.
When I was a little girl, most of my friends wanted a pony. I wanted a screening room.
There was no rhyme or reason to the family reading patterns. We’d dive into whatever caught our fancy. My habits haven’t changed over the years, and since I married a man who has his own love of history, science fiction and comic books, there’s no been pressure to do otherwise.