a collector of dust : fine powdery material like dry earth or pollen that can be blown about in the air: remains of something that has been destroyed or broken up: debris, junk, rubble, detritus: free microscopic particles of solid material.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Prepping for NaNoWriMo ......AGAIN
After an indecently prolonged absence I'm doing NaNoWriMo for what is , I think, the fifth time.
The 1st time I started just as Tony was diagnosed with his cancer, so the experience lasted 3 days.
I did it again the next year. I found it helpful to lose myself writing for a solid month and I finished the 1st and so far only draft of my Roman army novel.It's been too painful to go re-visit that piece dealing as it does with an un-hinged female lead.
I had another go a couple of years later but petered out somewhere along the way coz my head was out in space somewhere.I can't remember much about it, it was an Ozzie coming of age thing if but I can't remember any of the details.
Completed NaNo one more time with a rather forgettable draft of 'Sea of Gods'. I don't know how many times I've tinkered with that mss, but it's main problem is an ending. It's all very well to have a story where the world you've constructed is destroyed at the finish but it doesn't read well . I think it was just more cathartic writing but longer.
Anyway I'm preparing a piece that stalks familiar territory coz I'm back in the Bronze Age again. This one is a post-apocalyptic story set largely in 18th dynasty Egypt but with forays to Mycenae and Crete(of course). The outline is in a rough stage,I'm determined to have an real ending and that is the point of dong the outline in plenty of time. I will have a personal ending for my characters before I start .
I will, really I will.
Anyway the research is more focused and I'm itching to actually write something. I hope I still feel that way come the 1st of November.
I just want to write again. I think I enjoy the total immersion of NaNo and maybe this time I'll produce somrething that's worth revising and attempting to publish.
I think I can call myself a writer now having several hundred thousand words lurking on my hard drive even though a lot of it is disjointed fragments.
I know I'll get that first 50,000 words done, but then I'll need real discipline to crack on.
When I look at some of the drivel that's in print I can't understand why I'm so scared of putting myself out there. Time to man up and behave like a proper writer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment