Week 3 Pep Talk

By CP Bialois

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Almost there…

That’s the phrase many of us say about this time during NaNoWriMo. We can see the finish line in the challenge, our WIP (Work in progress), or both. It’s also a time that can be difficult to push through.

You’re asking yourself things like, “What was I thinking?”, “Can I really do this?”, and “Is this really worth it?”

It’s easy for us to doubt or question ourselves when we become mired in a story we love. We want so much to finish it, to raise our hands and say we’re writers by completing this challenge.

It’s easy for us to forget that writing can be fun. Yep, that’s right. Writing is supposed to be fun. It’s one of the few times we’re allowed to let our inner child out to play and imagine a different world or adventure we want to be a part of.

You know what? That means it’s all right to break a few rules. It’s your story. Don’t like the direction or a character? Throw a major obstacle in their way. If things are too difficult for them, give them a solution that’s so simple it’s ridiculous. You can always go back and fix it later. Have fun with it and challenge yourself with a game like trying to write your daily goal faster than you did the day before. Promise yourself a treat after making your characters’ lives miserable, or a little easier. Indulge away and I think you’ll find the obstacles that seemed so large before are little more than speed bumps.

Playing is fun, and that’s exactly what writing can be, so enjoy it. NaNoWriMo only comes around once a year so sit back and let your imagination fly.

Share some other ideas about what you can do to make the writing fun in the comments below!

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Week 2 Pep Talk: It’s Never Too Late

By Jamie W.

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So, one week of NaNoWriMo is in the books. As I look at my buddy list and the forums, I see that there are still some people whose word count reads “0”. This is the point where some people might be tempted to give way to panic and say, “There is no way I’m doing this now.”

I say, “Think again.”

My first NaNo I had an idea very quickly and was writing within the first couple of days. I religiously updated my word count and sometimes wrote more than I needed for those few days here and there where something might come up. Then came CampNaNo June 2012.

One week into the camp, and I still had no idea what I was going to write about. Luckily, a local writing group gave me some inspiration and I started, cranking out several thousand words in no time. I was pumped. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of saving that document directly to my removable drive. When I opened it again, I got a message saying the file was corrupted. The words were gone, and that wasn’t the only road block that month. Still, my stubborn streak refused to admit defeat and, after a ton of grumbling and cursing technology, I opened a new document and tried again. Some days, I really had to push, but I got there. The same thing has happened in other camps/NaNos and I have managed to come out a winner each time (well, except that one camp where I had computer trouble trying to update my word count at the last possible second on the final day).

The point is, if you still have a “0” count today, don’t let that stop you. Sit down now and commit to writing for as long as possible today to see how many words you get. Struggling for an idea? Look up writing prompts. Go into the adoption section of the forums. Post in Fort Writerdale for help. We’re all in this together and we all want to see each participant cross that finish line. It might take a little extra writing time each day, but you’ll be glad you did it when you have that finished novel in your hands.

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Week 1 Pep Talk

By Debby J.

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November is here! Are you guys ready to write those novels? The great news is, you are reading this and I doubt you need much pep to get your fingers flying. Week 1 is always the “easiest” week in NaNoWriMo for those who come prepared with at least a plot, or character, or setting, or something. For those who are hyper organized and have outlines and infographics galore, the first week is also pretty straight forward. This year, I need all the pep I can get because I’m coming into this thing with absolutely nothing. I can’t seem to get the microscope of my author’s vision to zoom into the lives of my characters. I’m stuck. I have no clue as to what I’m doing.

Would you believe me if I said this is how every November begins for me? I have a vague sense of “something” happening in some world I created in my mind. I usually start my novels for NaNoWriMo by describing the world in excruciating detail. It’s really painful to read because the minutiae is minutiae. But by starting about a million miles away from the action I can hone in on the important things happening. I see the big picture and slowly the focus comes and I suddenly have a character, a conflict, a scene, a something to work with.

So, if you are like me, then you may have nothing. But if you have even one thing to start writing about, even if it isn’t very good, you have the makings of your novel. To give you a taste of what my NaNo first days are like, here are the beginnings of my past NaNos.

  • 2008: Alison looked at her watch and sighed loudly. This was not the time nor the place. She was already running late for her doctor’s appointment and the bus was running even later.
  • 2009: It was the most baffling thing that came ashore. The sun was setting and the sky was clouded over and there it was. I squinted my eyes, not really believing that something like that was on the shore, but there is was. As I approached it, it became clearer, the features more distinct. I bent over and scooped it up, sand slipping between my fingers. I wiped my hands on my pants and tossed the object from one had to the other, getting a sense of its weight.
  • 2010: I remember everything about the day I left my home. My sister and brother each held a hand as my parents trailed behind us. We were headed to the convent where it seemed I was destined to spend my life. At least when I was seven it seemed like my destiny. Alisa was stoic. Her blue eyes looked straight forward and she almost seemed to tug at me, pulling me along faster then I really wanted to go. Alexander seemed to be a counterweight, dragging his feet as if to keep me from going away. And I just walked. Since the day I was born, I knew that just as Alisa was destined to inherit the family business and Alexander was destined for the military and, essentially politics, so I was destined for religion. It was the way things were done in Kyria.
  • 2011: Margie looked at the man and tried not to laugh. He was wearing a giraffe costume and looked absolutely ridiculous. She had requested a clown, not a giraffe. Or any animal for that matter. She smiled politely at the man and shook her head a little bit, her short brown hair swaying against her neck.
  • 2012: Taylor looked out at the ocean as her father’s ship flew away. He was only home for a few weeks at a time but Taylor loved the time she got to spend with him. He was a merchant by trade but was very well to do. He was one of the few individuals authorized to cross the border between Leylandia and Technologia. While considered a citizen of Technologia, he carried the precious steam technology through the sky and over to their rival nation. The two countries were as different as children from different parents. Technologia was a sprawling country that had mountains surrounding three sides and long coast that gave them port access. In the center of the country were forests. The country was not afflicted with deserts or tundra. The rich land lead Technologia to develop into a nation that was very technological. Their primary export was the steam technology that had come from all of the resources.
  • 2013: The black, pearlescent sand clung to her milky, pale skin. She flexed her fingers and toes and looked at the world around her. It was vastly different yet very familiar and similar to the world she came from. Lush green trees rose high up in the distance and even farther beyond were hillocks and mountains. The sky above was navy blue with spots that glimmered in the distance. Two giant orbs floated in the sky – one seemed to sit right on the horizon, a blue disc that reflected light. The other was smaller and high in the sky. It also did not seem to emit any light of its own. It was reddish in color and seemed to be pockmarked where the blue orb was smooth. 

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