I wanted to post a goodbye to my family, friends, and readers as I venture into NaNoWriMo starting tomorrow. Feel free to express your support and encouragement, but don’t be sad if my response is delayed. And lets have a party in 31 days.
You can keep an eye on my progress at my NaNoWriMo Stats 2011 page.
My NaNoWriMo participant page is at http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/tevyn.
I hope to have time to tweet about it too from @Tevyn and I’ll include the tag #enderlace, as that is my book title.
While researching and preparing myself for NaNo I’ve found motivational websites, helpful techniques, and a basic understanding of what it means to commit to the National Novel Writing Month. From this research I’ve decided that it would be impractical of me to consider achieving the gold. I am not psyching myself out, I’m just being realistic. (1) This is my first year. (2) I am just beginning the craft of writing. (3) I have 2 little kids, fulltime job, 1.8 hour daily commute, a house to clean, guests to entertain at Thanksgiving, and a husband to keep. I also have little faith that what I write will actually be any good, after all I’m pretty much just puking out my novel in 30 days. I don’t have a PhD in English Literature, heck I don’t even have a Bachelors degree. What I write is going to be 85% crap. I’m not going to be a writer in 30 days, but I may turn out to be a better writer when it’s over.
What I want to get out of NaNoWriMo is a giant lesson on getting my stories from my head on to paper. Crafting writing skills takes time, in fact, it could take several years before I actually write a somewhat successful novel in a month. NaNo is just my “GET YOUR BUTT MOVING!” push.
Departing with a Tiny Gem
--- Before I drop everything I wanted to share with you an excerpt from the fan fiction I’ve been working on lately. It is now on hold until after November.
Looking up to clear her thoughts she admired the cooling fan in the parasol over her table. The device was connected by a steel pipe that ran down the central poll to the base. At the base there is an extended circular pipe around it that propelled the fan through foot pressure. If you press the pedal to the floor the speed of the fan would increase, as you lighted the pressure the speed would decrease. She had the same type of mechanics in her hand held parasol, however it used a gripping mechanism to modulate the speed.
Silvia glanced towards her parasol a the nearby entrance that lead out from the cafe, but her eyes didn't make it there. Her eyes caught sight on a gentleman pacing several feet away along the walkway just outside of the Lynda’s Cafe gate. He looked confused and determined as he glanced at his pocket watch.