NaNoWriMo Begins Again


Today marks the start of a new NaNoWriMo. It’s an exciting day, filled with anticipation, wonder and the need to do everything but write the novel I’m supposed to be writing. I won’t bore anyone with my strategy or try to make it through another month of blogging-while-writing, because I’ve already done all of that – you can read all of my previous posts on NaNoWriMo here.

Instead, this year I’m going to try to take my own advice my previous years. I mean, I gave some pretty good advice, so I’d be a bit of a moron not to heed it.

Today is also my mom’s birthday. I have exactly 20 minutes before I need to stop writing and start celebrating my mom’s birth. Therefore, I will stop wasting words on my blog and get back to my story.

Current Word Count: 397
Today’s Goal: 1,000 


The Week After NaNoWriMo

This is my Winner's badge. Isn't it pretty? I think it's pretty.

This is my Winner’s badge. Isn’t it pretty? I think it’s pretty.

It’s been a week since NaNoWriMo ended. Well, almost a week. Ok, technically over a week, since I officially hit the 50K mark last Tuesday. But that’s besides the point.

I’ve spent the last eight days avoiding my computer at home (I’m sort of stuck in front of my computer at work, so it’s hard to avoid there) and ignoring my brain when it nags me to write more. I guess that’s one disadvantage to binge writing – when the binge is over, you really don’t want to do it any more.

For a week.

Then the craving sets in again and your fingers start to itch. Your mind tumbles through millions of plot twists that could be implemented in your next story. Your life seems a bit… boring… without the drama of word wars, the psychedelic images created by random prompts  and the interesting social engagements that come with NaNoWriMo.

Writing is an addiction people.

More specifically, I think NaNoWriMo might be an addiction.

But it’s one of those “good for you addictions”, like being addicted to milk, or running, or fruit. If those addictions are even possible (I feel like they should be). Oh oh, or being addicted to vitamins – though I’ve heard that too many vitamins are bad for you… something about your liver.

Moving on….

NaNoWriMo was a great experience. A majestic and wonderful month of meeting new people, and challenging myself as a writer. Quite a few of my NaNo buddies succeeded – they too are proud owners of a NaNoWriMo winner’s badge.

I learned quite a few things participating in NaNoWriMo…
  • A Writer’s Network is one of the most important things a writer can have to strengthen not only their writing skills, but to help create more dynamic and believable stories. I’ve discovered how different it is to have people in the same room as you who are as excited about writing their story as you are about writing yours. Asking them a question about plot is easy and painless because they’re doing the same. This blew my mind a little bit. Not a lot though, because I still needed my mind. So here’s a shout out to all of my NaNo buddies who helped me get over that massive writer’s block and gave me to the push I needed to succeed! You know who you are… and you are awesome! :)
  • Writing every day is NOT easy & you will constantly feel like you should be writing even when you’ve hit your daily goal. This is a good thing. This is a thing that should carry over to every day for the entire year. And it sort of has. I still have that nagging feeling that I’m supposed to be writing (and I guess technically I should be) but it’s not as strong. I’m actually worried that it’ll fade and eventually the nagging will be gone and I’ll be left with no drive to write. Perhaps I should set myself my own personal monthly goals (not 50K though… that’s a November thing and will remain a November thing). Hmmm… I should get a buddy involved.
  • Writing for the sake of writing is the best thing a writer could do. This is so incredibly true and I think it’s why NaNoWriMo was invented in the first place. Your story/novel/whatever will be edited. A first draft IS NOT a final draft (and never should be). Editing is the second step. Writing is the first step. So why go back and edit AS you write? That’s counter-productive and yet EVERYONE does it. Well, that’s a broad generalization. Let me rephrase… yet ALMOST EVERYONE does it. I’m doing it right now. If there’s is one thing I will take away from this whole experience is that I need to turn my personal editor on mute for the duration of the first draft. Then, once I’ve got the whole draft out of my brain, I can go back and edit.
  • Writing for the sake of writing is the best thing a writer could do. This point needed repeating because it’s true for two reasons. The first, as stated above. And the second because that dreaded “writer’s block” can be overcome by writing. Just writing. Look outside and write about the weather. Describe the room your character is in. Just WRITE. Your plot will come in, grab your brain and yank in the direction you need to go next. Or, set yourself a time limit and type as fast as you can – I can’t guarantee that it’ll get you passed that writer’s-block-that’s-really-a-hump, but it’s incredibly likely that by the end of your set time frame, you will be inspired or at least back on track.
  • Random Prompts & Character Quirks make your story more dynamic and thus, more believable. Throughout the month, my ML (Municipal Liaison) posted these prompts that we were supposed to include in our story. In addition, there were random prompts provided by my NaNo buddies during word wars and what not. Incorporating these required some skill and imagination – when you succeeded, you realized that the scene you’d created was a great way to add depth to a side character or make your world just a little less linear and a little more real. That, my friends, is important. You want your world, your characters, to all be real and relate-able. Prompts do this. Or they completely mess you up. Either way, it’s fun!

Well, those are the things I had on my mind today about NaNoWriMo. I’m pretty sure there are a few other things I’ve learned that I’ve forgotten to include here. But that’s ok, because this post is pretty long.

If you’re a writer and want to participate in monthly writing goals, let me know! I can set something up here so that we can all keep track – maybe on the first of every month I’ll post the month’s writing goal, then we can chat in the comments and what not? Whatever works!

That Moment When…

Today I had a moment… and it turned into many moments. I tweeted the first moment… then realized the second moment needed to be shared. This turned into an all day affair that I, personally, find amusing and thought I’d put here for all of my readers who don’t follow me on Twitter.

If you follow me on Twitter than you probably have already read this. :)

Without further ado, this is my “That moment when…” series:

  • That moment when you realize that you only have 9 days to write 15,000 words #panic #NaNoWriMo #morepanic
  • The next moment when you realize you haven’t seen the Hunger Games movie #panic #whatswrongwithme

(that was 1/2 way through my morning coffee, so my thoughts were a bit fickle)

  • That moment when you realize that the world will end in one month#panic
  • The next moment when you realize that if the world doesn’t end, Christmas is in one month & three days #panic
  • That moment when you realize that it’s going to be dark outside when you leave work… for the next 5 months #panic
  • The next moment when you realize that it’s going to be COLD & dark when you leave work #panic

(I’d noticed that it was getting to be that bright, false light that the office gets when it’s dark outside. You know that lighting… it’s not QUITE bright enough to see, but at the same time it seems too bright? Well, that’s what set off those last two realizations)

  • That moment when you realize you’re no longer at work #relief
  • That moment right after when you realize it’s not Friday #panic
  • That moment when you realize the store is closing & you haven’t found what you’re looking for. #panic
  • The next moment when you realize the other store you need to go to is probably closed as well #panic
  • That moment when you realize that the fry you ate was all salt & very little potato #panic
  • The next moment when you realize your fav “candy” is salted black licorice (from Holland) so it’s all good #relief

(Explanation of the last two tweets: I decided that instead of sticking my hand in the fry container to get the last little fry, I’d dump the container over my hand to get it. Before I realized what happened, I popped the fry into my mouth. Thing is… when I dumped the fry out, I also dumped the half a pack of salt into my hand… which subsequently flooded my mouth with salty goodness. The second tweet, well. You’ll understand after you’ve tried a “dropjes”. ;)

  • That moment when you realize a night shopping after straining your ankle in soccer was probably a bad idea #pain
  • That next moment when you realize that you aren’t even half way done your christmas shopping #panic
  • @juliebug77 That moment when you realize it’s not even December yet. #relief
  • Phew! But the nxt moment when u realize it is nxt Sat #panic RT@juliebug77 That moment when you realize it’s not even December yet. #relief
  • & the following moment when you realize u have 9 days to write 15K#panic #nanowrimo #fullcircle #imdonenow

And that, my friends, is how you tweet yourself full circle in less than 12 hours. From panic to relief to pain and back to panic, this is the roller coaster of my life. Or at least of today. Now… if only I’d spent this time working on my NaNoWriMo story, then I’d probably be a bit more relaxed right now.

That moment when you realize…. what? Share your fun realizations! 

Day 17 – NaNoWriMo Update

I took a bit of a break this week. I was up to a little over 28K on Monday night so I decided to socialize. It was a good week. The only problem? Getting back to writing today was very very difficult. I spent the morning watching some shows with W. and the couch was so comfortable that getting up to write seemed like too much of a hassle.

Luckily, I’ve got some stellar NaNoWriMo buddies who were willing to tell me what’s what via Twitter. Especially when I didn’t show up to our pre-arranged online writing session.

Now, here I sit, a few word wars and 2.5K more words later feeling like I accomplished something. And I did. I got myself over the 31K hump. Next goal, get over the 35K hump! But that’s for tomorrow. Or Monday. We’ll see how productive I feel tomorrow.

That was my update. Here’s an excerpt of what I wrote today. This was from the first word war. I told my friends that I didn’t know what to write, so they asked BattleJesus for a writing prompt. BattleJesus told me that the dish came back and said it lost the spoon when they made a run for it. THAT’S what I had to incorporate.

Challenge Accepted!

Without further ado, here you go. Enjoy!


She picked up her and Logan’s plates, a bowl and spoon that Nathaniel must have used and brought them to the counter. The boys rustled with their clothing, chatting with each other. It made a pleasant background noise to the domestic task.

The remaining food particles were shovelled into the garbage under the sink. The forks and butter knives went in the cutlery holder, the plates in the appropriate slots. Glasses got rinsed, the water falling over the clear glass creating a rainbow of colours. Clara watched in awe as the colours intensified, joy bubbling up inside her at the way the colours were accentuated by the sun, the window panes, the grass outside and the piles of snow.

She picked up the bowl, rinsing it. She froze, looking inside.

“There was a spoon,” she said, confused.

“Yeah, sorry about that Clara,” the bowl said. “I lost it in when we made a run for it. I think it got away though, so don’t worry about that. It’s in a safe place now. A better place.”

“Where could that be?” Clara asked, bending over to put the bowl in the dishwasher. The white porcelain glistened, rainbows of colours radiating in the sunlight.

“It’s with Nathaniel and Logan now,” the bowl said.

“Outside?” she looked out the window, but didn’t see her boys. Panic rose in her. Where were they? They said they were going outside. Why can’t I see them? “Where are they?” she asked the bowl. It remained silent, the sides mute and colourless. Pale. Dreary.

She stood, her heart beating.

Where are they? Why aren’t they here? They said they were going outside. What did the bowl mean? Where’s the spoon? With Nathaniel and Logan?

She shook her head, her hair bouncing against her cheeks.

This is ridiculous. She thought to herself. They just went outside. I know they’re there. Don’t panic. Don’t be stupid. Stop listening to inanimate objects. How could a bowl talk anyway? Clara, you’re crazy. Stop being crazy and put your coat on. Just walk into the mudroom and put on your jacket. Relax. Ok. Relax.

That’s my post for today. Time to go eat something…. 

Annoying Upstairs Neighbours – An Excerpt

On Saturday, when I finally sat down to work on my NaNoWriMo story (after a few hours of procrastination), my upstairs neighbours decided to be as loud as they possibly could. These people yell at each other at all hours of the day and night. I’m also fairly certain they wear their shoes inside (wood floors + shoes = loud. Very loud) Once, the lady walked around all night in heels.

That made me want to hit something.

Anyway, so I complained about the noise to my fellow NaNoers via a chat room that one of my fellow Montreal NaNoers set up for us. They suggested that I incorporate it into my story. In fact, they suggested three different ways to incorporate it into my story:

  1. Personify the upstairs neighbour problem in one character
  2. Have the MC’s father banging around in the attic/upstairs
  3. Write a flashback wherein the MC experiences exactly what I was experiencing.

Then we proceeded to have a word war, where I wrote the following scene. Let me know if you think I succeeded in incorporating the three suggestions!

OH! Before we continue to the story. I HIT 25K YESTERDAY! *so happy* Here I was thinking I’d be behind by now when I’m pretty much half way done. ALSO, I FINALLY managed to get Clara where I want her… thought she’d be there by now, but no, she’s a stubborn creature. Now to write the more exciting part of the story. What WHAT! :) 

Excerpt from Clara’s Story

Clara sat in the living room with Breanna and Lucas. The clattering of dishes in the kitchen was the only evidence that her mother was is residence. Janelle had gone to a friend’s house for a play date.

“Well, that was an interesting Christmas,” Breanna said. She was carefully not looking at Clara. Her face was twisted in an attempt at a pleasant smile.

“Oh be quiet Breanna,” Lucas snarled. He had been unpleasant to her all morning. The family dinner yesterday had been tense, a tenseness made more unpleasant by Breanna’s snide remarks about Clara. Clara stared at the TV. Some show was on, but she wasn’t paying attention to it. Instead, she was thinking about her time in the city and the noise. Here in the country, there was no noise. Nothing to distract you from the sounds coming from the TV. There was no one to make you feel like you weren’t alone in the world.

“What? I thought it was lovely,” Breanna’s voice dripped with sarcasm on the word lovely. It was like she was intent on being inconsiderate to everyone around her. She didn’t care who she disturbed, as along as she was free to do and live as she wished.

There was a clunk over their heads. Heavy footsteps echoed through the living room.

“What was that?” Lucas asked, looking at Clara. Clara shook her head, frowning.

“You dad is setting up Clara’s new painting things,” Breanna said with a frown.

“Oh, the ones that Janelle picked out?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, the ones we’d spent far too much on, after all she’s not going to use them now is she?” Breanna said.

“Breanna, that’s enough. Stop being a bitch ok? You’ve made your point, now leave off it.” Lucas glared at his wife.

“I won’t Lucas. I won’t leave off it until you see the truth. Your sister is…”

Clara drowned out the noise of her sister-in-law. She didn’t like what she heard, but she didn’t want to say anything about it. Everyone is allowed their opinions. Everyone is allowed to do as they want, when they want. Clara knew now that there was something off about the past few days. She reconsidered the poisoning angle, become more and more certain that that was what was happening. Someone in this household was poisoning her so that she wouldn’t realize that they were keeping her from Nathaniel and Logan. She knew that now, she just didn’t understand why.

A bang echoed through the living room, followed by the heavy thumps of someone walking.

Clara’s mind drifted back to her apartment in the city, the first one her and Nathaniel had shared. It was a large two bedroom in an old building. The wood floors were a beautiful yellow with hints of auburn in the complementing grains that ran through each panel.

The only problem with them was that everyone could hear you walking around.

Their upstairs neighbours persisted in wearing their shoes everywhere, had no carpets to muffle the sound and had a young child that ran around all day, every day.

The second week they were there, she had just finished setting up her easel and paints in exactly the way she liked them. Her and Nathaniel had agreed that the extra room would be his office and the guest room. Her “studio” was a small corner of the living room, directly beside the windows. There was plenty of light; the balcony was right there if she chose to go out for some fresh air and the TV was close if she chose to play a show in the background.

The only problem was that their upstairs neighbours loved spending time in their living room. The child loved to run around. She glared up at the ceiling, wishing a painful death on the noise makers, then sat down to work on her latest project.

The child decided to skip rope.

The thumping reverberated down the walls, echoing through Clara’s skull like a jack hammer. Her hand shimmied across the canvas. A large blue-black line crossed over the large puppy dog faces that stared out at her, nearly complete.

“No!” Clara exclaimed, frustrated. Nathaniel ran into the room.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He asked. His face was the picture of concern. The banging upstairs continued. He looked up and winced. “Don’t tell me…” he said, looking at her canvas.

“I’m done with them Nathaniel! You need to go up there and tell them to shut up or I will go up there and ram my paintbrush through their eyes,” she gripped the paintbrush, knuckles white.

“Now Clara,” he started.

“Don’t you take that tone Nathaniel,” she said. “This is a consignment piece. A PAID piece. I’m supposed to be done it by tomorrow morning and it’ll take hours to fix this mess!”

“Ok, ok. Relax my love. I’m not going to go up there to talk to them, because I really would rather not. But why don’t you set up in my office. The light is good and it’s quieter. Just bring your stereo and you should be ok.”

Clara looked at Nathaniel, thinking through his proposition.

“Fine,” she grunted, arms folded. She glared at the ceiling, wishing death on the inhabitants. “Stupid friggin inconsiderate assholes.” She turned, putting her paints and brushes back in their carrying case.

“It’s going to take forever to get myself set up again,” she whined. Nathaniel’s hand thumped down on her shoulder, patting her.

“There there, you’ll succeed. You always do.”

“Yeah, after I pull an all nighter and ruin my eyesight squinting in the poor night light. Can you help me carry my supplies in?” She asked. He smiled at her.

“Fine, let’s get this done. I have to finish washing the dishes and then I have work I need to get done.”

“Thanks love,” she said, kissing his cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, yes, come on,” he said. He grabbed her easel, careful of the wet paint on the canvas. She stacked her painting supply cases on the chair and followed him down the hall, around the corner and into the office.

The office was a clutter of boxes. He put her easel down by the window and moved all of his boxes around to give her more space.

They finished setting up her  station. She looked at the ruined image of two beautiful puppies laying on a pillow. Taking out the colours of the animal’s fur she’d mixed three days ago, she started fixing the black smear that she had created earlier. It wouldn’t take long, but it was a painful process of trying to match the shading and colours she had completed. Her music played in the background, a light and comforting background sound that kept her mind from wandering too far from the task at hand.

A bang echoed through the room. Then another. The upstairs neighbours had followed her.

“Ugh!” she groaned, putting down her paintbrush and throwing open the door. She wanted to scream at them. She wanted to beat them over the head with her palate. But she couldn’t do either of those things. Instead, she could only passive aggressively complain.

“Nathaniel! They’re at it over my head. I can’t deal with this anymore!!” she yelled as she walked down the hall to the kitchen. He met her in the hall, drying his hands on a dish towel.

“Why don’t you put some headphones in?” he asked. He looked bemused. Anger shot through her. She hated it when he was bemused at her inconvenience. She hated her upstairs neighbours. She hated that she couldn’t finish this stupid picture of dogs.

She wanted to be painting the unseen, the fanciful things that only she saw. She wanted to paint the patterns she saw in the world around her, so that others could see them too. That’s what she wanted to be doing, not painting puppies for some dog lady with too much money to spend.

She said as much to Nathaniel.

“I know my love. I know. We’ve been over this though. We need the cash. Your job at the pub isn’t exactly going to cover the bills and my student loan is only stretching so far while I’m still in school. It’s only for one more year and then you can paint what you want and I’ll work to pay our bills.”

She looked up at him and sighed.

“You’re right, I know you’re right. I’ll go back to the painting. I’m sorry for yelling.” She kissed him.

He smiled down at her, his rugged face sending shivers down her spin.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.” She walked back down the dim lit hallway, smiling to herself.

“Clara? Earth to Clara!” Her brother Lucas’s voice echoed through the apartment. Confused, she looked around.

“Lucas?” she asked, not sure when or how he got there. There was no sign that he’d been there and Nathaniel didn’t say he’d showed up. Which was so unlike Nathaniel.  “Where are you?”

“I’m right here silly,” Lucas’s face was in front of hers. His brown hair and blue eyes floated in front of her eyes. She blinked and focused on his face.

“Lucas?” she said. Her parents’ living room was unnaturally bright. Confused, she looked over at Breanna, who stared at her with daggers in her eyes.

“Yep, that’s me. Where’d you go?” he asked, concern written all over his face.

“To the place in Toronto with those horrible upstairs neighbours.” Clara shot a look over at Breanna. Her sister-in-law glared back.

“Oh, I remember that place. You lived there a long time ago, didn’t you?”

“I guess,” she said, fidgeting with her sweater. The living room was warm, very warm. The patterns along the walls were continuous, dancing around. The grain of the wood panelling matched the floral patterns of the couch upholstry. Lucas touched her hand, his grip soft and cold.

“Well, welcome back to the living room. Sounds like dad is done upstairs. Did you want to go check it out?” He stood, holding his hand out to her.

“Yeah… yes. I do. I’d love to start painting again.”

That’s the excerpt. What do you think? Did I succeed in my attempt? Or did I fail miserably? 

NaNoWriMo – A Review of the First Day

Bria poured another cup of coffee from her NaNoWriMo thermos as she stared at the blank Word document in front of her. The clock ticked away the seconds, each thud mimicked by a twitch in her eye. The blank page mocked her with it’s whiteness. She wanted to scream at it; to tear it to pieces. Unfortunately, it’s electronic and thus not tear-able.

They need to make electronic scissors, she thought. She envisioned a pair of digital, shiny blades tearing through the  digital, white paper. It was a satisfying thought. Her fingers rested on the keys as her mind remained blank.

Why am I doing this again? 

End Scene

Sooooo, the first day of NaNoWriMo is complete  and I have reached 2, 579 words (you can verify that in the handy counter on the side of the screen). I meant to post this last night, but I got distracted trying to reach 2,500 words… Here are a few things I learned yesterday:

  1. The NaNoWriMo thermos I purchased holds 2.5 mugs of coffee and keeps it pipping hot from 8am until around 11am… and warm until 1:30pm. (for your reference, my mugs are fairly big… not those little tea cup sized mugs. Oh no, not for this writer.)
  2. All of the story planning in the world will not prepare you for the first moment of hesitation – if you doubt your plot has any validity or lose your passion for the story and thus your drive, it’s like doubting your whole existence… ok, that might be overly dramatic. But, if I may refer to something my father taught me – do NOT be a squirrel my friends.
  3. Social Media was created to distract writers everywhere.
  4. Blogs were created to reduce the word count/day average of writers everywhere – or at least to divert it from the story.
  5. Re-reading your work is a death sentence – don’t do it until you’re done writing for the day. And even then, don’t do it. Wait until December 1st when it won’t be so depressing… or maybe it will be more depressing. I don’t know. Do you know?
  6. Competition is the key to success… sort of. It’s at least the key to completion. I was about to stop after writing a measly 1,625 words, when I went on the NaNoWriMo website and saw that some of my Writing Buddies were already at over 5,000 words. That’s when that evil little competitor in me went “you SLACKER, get those fingers BACK on the keyboard RIGHT NOW and TYPE, WOMAN! TYPE!”
  7. The best laid plans… they don’t really work out. Haven’t once used my iPad/Evernote as a tool for tracking or referring to things, and I’m fairly certain I’ve already deviated from my outline… such is life, I suppose.
  8. Make use of your resources! Or don’t. It’s up to you.
  9. Exercise/physical activity sparks creativity – at least in my case it does. Or maybe it was the knock to the head at soccer that really shook up all that inspiration.
  10. I don’t really have a number 10 but that’s ok! – in fact, even if you don’t know what you’re going to write, just write. Type a word. Then a second word. Then a third. Eventually you’ll get to four…. and so on.

Well, those were my thoughts on the first day of NaNoWriMo. So far, today’s word count is at zero. Sometimes paying the bills just has to come first.

Anyone here participating in NaNo? Share your first day stories in the comments! 

PS: This is my 50th post. I like milestones. They make me happy.

The Day Before THE DAY!

Bria stared at the NaNoWriMo website, watching as the counter ticked away the seconds before November 1st. Every so often she would open her Evernote, where she’d filed all of her character sheets the weekend before. Her fingers tapped at the arrows keys; the tapping was muffled by the band-aids that covered her nasty paper cuts.

I’m missing something important. I just know I am. What am I missing? What don’t I know? What’s going to pop up in mid-sentence and scream YOU FORGOT TO RESEARCH ME! Her traitorous hand shifted over to the mouse. The cursor moved on the screen to the NaNoWriMo website tab.


The counter continued counting down. Bria stared, hypnotised. Only 12 more hours to go.


Halloween pumpkin! Otherwise known as a Jack O’Lantern. I didn’t carve this, but I wish I had. Found it at a website that no longer seems to be working…  Spooky…

It’s Halloween today and it is by far the scariest day of them all. No, not because of the costumes or the tricks that various people are playing on each other in an effort to frighten the bejeezes out of each other. Oh no. This is the scariest day of them all because it is the day before THE DAY… that day that is the start of NaNo. The day where I really analyse my choices and decide whether or not I want to go through with this crazy challenge…

The day when I remind myself that I’m picking up the sweater and thermos that I bought with the money I didn’t have, so I really shouldn’t back out NOW… because then I’ll have to tell people “Oh, yeah, this is my NaNo sweater. What? Oh… No I didn’t actually participate. Pardon? Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be wearing it… but it’s winter and cold and I haven’t done my laundry in a couple of weeks so it’s the only sweater I own that doesn’t smell…”

I really don’t want that to happen.

So, I guess I’ll be attempting to go through with this. I’m excited and yet dreading it at the same time. Luckily, last night I met a bunch of people who are just as crazy as I am. I’m going to consider them my support group for this harrowing time of my life.

It seems that people are doing a NaNo quiz of some sort… they call it a meme, but that contradicts what I think a meme is, so I’m going to call it a quiz. Just to be contrary. And because I can.

A NaNoWriMo Quiz/Survey/Meme

Completed by Asilisis (just in case you were worried someone else was completing it…)

Working title: Untitled – Clara’s Story
Genre: Um… Chick Lit? Romance? Psychologically Introspective? Mental Analysis? Who knows. I know I don’t. Projected Word Count: At least 50K (because that’s the challenge and all)


Have an outline? Apparently, I do. Because I have one. It’s outline-y
Scene-by-scene? Not really, though I have a few scenes planned to include…
Know how it starts? Yes
Know how it ends? Yes
Have your climax in order? Sort of…
Have your main characters yet? Yeppers!
Plan to draw on your experiences? Sort of but not really. I mean, there will be similarities for sure..


Funny? Not really no… but I’m going to try to include some funny dialogue just to keep some of it light
Serious? pretty much, yes. I mean, the main setting is a psychiatric ward…
Sad? Yep. I might even cry while I’m writing. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this in public.
Semi-Autobiographical? Not at all.
Based on another story? Not really, no. I don’t think so anyway. Though I did get part of the premise from an episode of Buffy.


A paper journal? Not for this one; everything is electronic this time. 
A computer? Why yes, yes I have used a computer.
Index cards? Nope… though I did contemplate it.
Bulleted lists? Yeppers! I love me some lists.
Plot Charts? Not really sure what this is, so I’m going to go with no.
Character Charts? I’m using Character Sheets, is that the same thing?
Character formulas? Are these like math formulas? If so, then no. I did not create my characters with algebra.


Favourite writing resource? hmmm.. my imagination.
A line you would like to use: I have nothing clever to write here.
A scene you would like to include: There are a few I have prepared… None of them are interesting enough to include here, which probably isn’t a good thing.
A concept you would like to explore:  What is real?
A cliché you would like avoid:  The stereotypical “when you sleep you get transported to another world” concept.
A character you would like to use: Kleptomaniac who steals things, hides them, then freaks out about losing something that was “theirs” even though it wasn’t theirs.


Do you expect to be able to complete it?  I would like to, but my expectations are low. I hear that it’s best to keep your expectations low.
Do you intend to complete it? I intend to yes…
Would you ever try to publish it? Probably not… and if I did, it would be after extensive editing and rewriting.
What do you expect to get out this month of frantic writing? I would like to get into the habit of writing regularly so that I can continue working on other projects even after NaNo

Well, that’s it then. I hope you enjoyed my answers! Wish me luck for tomorrow… it begins.