And We Have A NaNoWriMo Winner!

Nudged myself over the 50K finish line today, after slacking off yesterday, sufficient to declare a win for this year’s effort. I’d already written the final scene, and found enthusiasm waning to bridge the gap, but managed to push things to 50,024 words. Yay.

My tally this year. Never quite fell behind, which is encouraging.

As much of a PitA as writing every day (well, except four of them), I managed to keep things at a decent clip. A lot of editing remains on this installment, but, as the second half of the book I started in 2019 (2020 being a skip year, for various stress-related reasons), I feel an accomplishment in getting this beat into shape.

I anticipate next year will be a NaNoEdMo, editing the unified beast (and incorporating the plentiful feedback I’ve gotten from my compeers in the “Wood Chipper of Love and Support,” the writing group I belong to).

I hope also, next year, that we can be back to live write-ins. Even if I’m not a terribly social writer, it felt like a very positive thing to sit there and type amidst others. Kind of like a bunch of cats in a room.

Many thanks to my Sainted Wife, Margie, who plied me with coffee, asked in a supportive fashion how things were going, and put up with my being virtually absent or otherwise engaged for a couple of hours every day, and to my son who shouted encouragement in between doing much more important writing than I was this year.

 

Quotations on Writing (2021)

I usually try to post some writing quotation during NaNoWriMo (since I have a website where I collect quotations to draw from) So here are some I’ve gathered over the past year. Notes and further sourcing of the quotations can be found at the links.

I feel more alive when I’m writing than I do at any other time — except when I’m making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment — the moment of the writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss.

May Sarton (1912-1995) Belgian-American poet, novelist, memoirist
Interview (1983)

     “Why did you kill Maurice Lennox?” she asked reproachfully.
“He was the villain,” protested Anne. “He had to be punished.”
“I like him best of them all,” said unreasonable Diana.
“Well, he’s dead, and he’ll have to stay dead,” said Anne, rather resentfully. “If I had let him live he’d have gone on persecuting Averil and Perceval.”
“Yes — unless you had reformed him.”
“That wouldn’t have been romantic, and, besides, it would have made the story too long.”

Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) Canadian author
Anne of the Island, ch. 12 (1915)

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

Neil Gaiman (b. 1960) British fabulist
“Politics, Portugal and No Gumbo-Limbo Trees,” blog entry (17 Nov 2004)

Writing a book is like doing a huge jigsaw puzzle, unendurably slow at first, almost self-propelled at the end. Actually, it’s more like doing a puzzle from a box in which several puzzles have been mixed. Starting out, you can’t tell whether a piece belongs to the puzzle at hand, or one you’ve already done, or will do in ten years, or will never do.

James Richardson (b. 1950) American poet
“Vectors: 56 Aphorisms and Ten-second Essays,”
Michigan Quarterly Review, # 25 (Spring 1999)

But the problem is that bad writers tend to have the self-confidence, while the good ones tend to have self-doubt.

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) German-American author, poet
“Charles Bukowski,” interview by Alden Mills, Arete (Jul/Aug 1989)

If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.

Hugh Prather (1938-2010) American minister, writer, counselor
Notes to Myself (1970)

I made up my mind long ago to follow one cardinal rule in all my writing — to be clear. I have given up all thought of writing poetically or symbolically or experimentally, or in any of the other modes that might (if I were good enough) get me a Pulitzer prize. I would write merely clearly and in this way establish a warm relationship between myself and my readers, and the professional critics — Well, they can do whatever they wish.

Isaac Asimov (1920-1992) Russian-American author, polymath
Nemesis, “Author’s Note” (1989)

More books have resulted from somebody’s need to write than from anybody’s need to read.

Ashleigh Brilliant (b. 1933) Anglo-American writer, epigramist, cartoonist
Pot-Shots, #3273

Anybody who likes writing a book is an idiot. Because it’s impossible, it’s like having a homework assignment every stinking day until it’s done.

Lewis Black (b. 1948) American comedian
Interview by Amelie Gillette, The Onion A.V. Club (7 Jun 2006)

People think that you have these things called ideas and that writing is a matter of imposing them on the subject material, whereas it’s only in the writing that I discover what it is that I think.

Anthony Lane (b. 1962) British journalist, film critic
“A Writer’s Life,” interview by Will Cohu, The Telegraph (14 Dec 2003)

Because as writers we’ll do anything — organize the closet, clean the garage — to avoid writing.

Lynn Vincent (b. 1962) American author, journalist
In The New Yorker, “Lives of the Saints” (15 Oct 2012)

JERRY: Writing is also one of those things like … I’d rather fill in all the “o”s in the phone book. [Laughs]. You know what I mean? Anything is more fun than trying to write songs.

BOB: I’d rather be in the dentist’s chair. The blank page is the most frightening, most horrifying, the most toothy, snarling, god-awful thing I can imagine.

JERRY: Any excuse to not do it is good enough.

BOB: Man, look at those dishes mounting up. How can I work in this pigsty?

Jerry Garcia (1942-1995) American singer-songwriter and guitarist
Interview of Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir by Jon Sievert,
Guitar Player Magazine (20 May 1993)

Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer about the progress of his disease.

Jay McInerney (b. 1955) American novelist, screenwriter, editor
Brightness Falls, ch. 1 (1985)

Broadly speaking, short words are best, and the old words, when short, are the best of all.

Winston Churchill (1874-1965) British statesman and author
The Times Literary Award luncheon, London (2 Nov 1949)

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

Antonin Artaud (1896-1948) French playwright, actor, director
Van Gogh, the Man Suicided by Society [Le Suicidé de la Société] (1947)

Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy. […] Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Stephen King (b. 1947) American author
On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (2001)

The most important things to remember about backstory are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn’t very interesting. Stick to the parts that are, and don’t get carried away with the rest. Life stories are best received in bars, and only then an hour or so before closing time, and if you are buying.

Stephen King (b. 1947) American author
On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (2001)

Don’t get discouraged because there’s a lot of mechanical work to writing. There is, and you can’t get out of it. I rewrote the first part of A Farewell to Arms at least fifty times. You’ve got to work it over. The first draft of anything is shit.

Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) American writer
(Attributed)

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) English writer
“A Room of One’s Own,” ch. 6 (1929)

And down to the final NaNoWriMo stretch

My cunning plan succeeded, meaning I could take off both Thanksgiving and our usual Friday After Thanksgiving Game Day without falling behind. And today, after some initial apprehension as to what came next, went pretty darned well.

(Well, actually, it’s crap writing, but it will improve with future distillation. At the moment, it’s “story” and “wordcount,” not “style.”)

Actually, with just three more days of NaNoWriMo, I’m a bit concerned that I will not actually get to the end of the book. So I will probably write the End of the Book Cliffhanger that I have visualized, rather than plowing ahead and, by the time I get there, have forgotten what I was doing.

Anyway, feeling pretty confident about hitting the mark. What could possibly go wrong?

All proceeds according to plan, bwah-ha-ha!

So been taking advantage of (a) taking time off this week and (b) having a scene that can actually be presented from three different perspectives in the novel. Result?

Go Blue!

I am 2½ days ahead of the game. Which, while not taking a tremendous amount of pressure off, means I will be able to take Thursday and Friday off without worry about falling behind.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Playing Catch-Up

I was knocked out of writing yesterday, almost literally, from my COVID booster. No serious side effects, mind you, just overwhelming fatigue, akin to my first (but not second) original dose.

No harm done, but it did mean my first zero-words day of writing.

Fortunately, I had the time, energy, and inclination to sit down today and kick out a double-par dose of story goodness which will likely be usable in the future — the first real meeting of my two protagonists after being separated by several years. I enjoyed myself, and now have a day’s cushion (which I need to increase to two this week before Thursday-Friday roll around, since I’m assuming I won’t be writing on those days).

Onward and upward.

What have you written for me lately?

The maddening thing about NaNoWriMo is that, unless you are magically cranking out 3,000 words/day or something (and so can potentially skip something), there’s a reset to your achievements every day.

“Woot! I wrote 1800 words today!”

“Congratulations on your …”

BONG (as the clock strikes midnight)

“… great achieve–oh, says here, words written equals zero.”

“Dammit.”

O Muse, Thou Tease!

First part of today’s NaNoWriMo writing:

Ugh. This is scene slow. Painful. Hard to write.

Paralleling something from last chapter, from another PoV. Should be easy.

But the dialog feels stilted. Forced.

And … oh crap, oh no, this scene makes no sense. That character wouldn’t allow it to happen. That character would absolutely know that’s a horrible idea.

Ugh. I can’t stand this.

O Muse, why hast thou abandoned me?

Abandoned

Fine. time for a flashback. Whatevs.


Second part of today’s NaNoWriMo Writing:

Ooooh, this is fun.

Write! Write! Write!

Oh, nice twist.

How can I fix this on the fly — oh, that’s how! Awesome!

O Muse, All Honor and Glory Be Unto Thee!

Cezanne - Kiss of the Muse

Cezanne – Kiss of the Muse

And we have … another pair of NaNoWinners!

James and I both made it over the NaNoWriMo finish line with days to spare (and in time to enjoy a stress-free Thanksgiving weekend, for once). I topped 50K last Thursday, in time to head off on a vacation with the wife; James managed it day before yesterday, before coming home for the holidays.

My word count for this year. After a few days off, I wrapped up a scene at a Write-In tonight.

None of this is anywhere nearly finished, neither in what was written (edit! revise! clean up! trim! make coherent!), nor in the overall tale (I have written about … oh … half the plot of the first book of at least a duology). So there is plenty of hard work to do yet, which my running my stuff through my writing group, the Woodchipper of Love & Support, will encourage me to do.

I have this on a mug. It’s one of my favorites.

This year went remarkably smoothly for me. I had both opportunity, inclination, and inspiration to write, and was working with characters I had familiarity with from a previous usage (even if much of the material I wrote was brand new, and everything else needed substantial editing and rewriting). It was, overall, probably my most successful NaNo ever. Which … I guess … is a good thing.

NaNoUrgMo

So if I write my day’s quota and think the content is crap, and decide tomorrow to rewrite that entirely … is that legit word count tomorrow?

Asking for a friend.

NaNoUpdate

I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and the Muse to stab me in the back and run away, but the material keeps coming. (It will be up to my writing group to decide whether the material is any good, in the months ahead.)

As of today, I’m at 22,884 words out of my goal of 50K. At the rate I’m writing (a little over 2500 words a day), I’ll be “done” by 20 November, which would certainly make Thanksgiving and some planned travel this month a whole lot easier.

I can’t finish the story in 50,000 words, of course. If I hit that milestone, I’ll just keep writing, to see how far I get. I don’t think I can finish the story I have in mind even in the course of just this month, let alone that I expect it’s at least the first of two novels joined at the hip, so that means I’ll have stuff to work on in NaNoWriMo 2020.