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Bandwagons

The eleventh month

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So. It’s October. If memory serves, that means next month is November. Which means it’s time to start thinking about National Novel Writing Month again. NaNoWriMoI sort of finished it in 2006, and I didn’t try it at all in ’07 or ’08. In 2007, I had a baby in November. That cut into the writing time somewhat. Last year I didn’t have an excuse, really, other than birthdays and illness and Thanksgiving (oh my!). This year, my excuse could be that I don’t have a computer. Except that I do have a computer. It’s just old. But I think it does have word-processing functionality. And no Internet, which would probably be a plus.

Maybe I don’t have an excuse not to participate. Do I need an excuse? No. I know that. But I kind of want to try it again. Fifty thousand words. That’s 1,667 words a day. I don’t know if I have that many words in my brain. Maybe I ought to stop this dithering and see if I can come up with a plot.

Or maybe I’ll just use the random plot generator:

Steel Underground
He was an old man’s man, who had a a face people liked to punch and an ability to control the minds of the weak. She was a big hearted psychopath who designed the Vauxhall Viva and yearned for tainted meat. Together they travelled to another world. Fighting inhuman fiends and helping the aged.

Bandwagons, National Blog Posting Month

November is on the horizon

It’s almost November. You know what that means? NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo.

Two years ago I participated in National Novel Writing Month (but I cheated) and National Blog Posting Month. I’m thinking about trying NaNoWriMo again this year, but I need some ideas. A plot to build upon. I’m a little tapped, brainwise.

So what do you think? Should I try to write 50,000 words next month? And if you do think I should, toss me some ideas, please!

Bandwagons

50,000

I finally reached 50,000 words.

I would like to thank Rockford, who has very kindly let me write write write write write for the last few weeks; Poppy, who slept an extra hour and a half this morning; Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who was a very long-winded poet; and adverbs, without whom I would not have reached 50k.

I don’t have a great feeling of triumph, mainly because of the role that “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” came to play in the story. And also because, even without Coleridge, the story is horrible. I haven’t decided yet if I’ll try it again next year. If I do, though, I definitely need to have a plot and an outline before November.