this is soooo cute…
I am 7k away from completing JuNoWriMo, which is an online project that pushes you to complete 50k in the month of June. The word sprints are extremely helpful, as you compete to compose the most words in 10-30 minute increments. It is a fun want to get in the word count now. I can always edit later, but for now the novel is being written. The support and occasional push, if needed, help to pass the time. I also met an online pal.
Krisz is, thankfully, sane and gives excellent feedback, when we have brainstorming sessions. lol. She is the reason I now have a blog that works. My previous blog, which will remain nameless, had one too many ‘down for maintenance’ problems. And, at times, I was unable to add to my posts. So, of course, I forgot about the blog. Time after time, I told myself I would come back and check later. Well, later turned into months. But Krisz had a wordpress blog, (http://christineecho.wordpress.com ), and at her suggestion I moved. So, so, so glad that I did. I can handle the occasional breakdown, but months is a bit much for me.
With JuNoWriMo ending, Kris has talked me into attempting camp nanowrimo for July. That is another month of 50k work. So maybe she didn’t need to force the subject, just ask. lol. Apparently, I am a masochist or maybe I just realize the potential of another month of support and that little push to write 50k words. ;P
Hopefully, by tonight I will have at least 44k words. We are down to the wire with JuNoWriMo and I would like to start of camp nanowrimo having complete June’s task. Cross your fingers and your toes, and sign me up for carpel tunnel surgery. Or maybe a surprise Agent, knocking down my door, begging to read my latest novel. Did I mention that I write fantasy? Only in my make believe world does the agent come to me without the completion of query hell. lol
But on the subject of query hell. I managed to complete my synopsis and I am in the process of vamping my first chapter. Excellent feedback has lead to a few changes, changes that will of course be place under the Finder’s Keeper’s page. When they are finished, only the actual query will remain. Then I plan to submit to Ethan Ellenburg. Now would be a good time to cross anything you have left. Personally, I am in knots.
If there is a nano for august, someone, for the love of mud, stop me. If you can? muhahaha. Worlds need to be created, or the voices get bitchy. Right now they are screaming at me to end this post, and continue my race to the 50k line. I would love to ignore them but then the noise keeps me up at night. So back to the current novel, I go. Happy wordsmithery, everyone.
Procrastination… how I love thee! Oh, okay… so maybe it’s a love/hate relationship. I made a definite list for today, and what did I do? Anyone? How about you Mr. Procrastination?
I got in my nice comfortable writing chair (see lazy-boy definition for clarification) and opened my trusty laptop, prepared to work. But first I needed to clear my emails. That lead to twitter and facebook updates. One must always be vigilant when it comes to building a platform. Sidetracked, I realized that there were a few emails left. And I couldn’t just leave them. Those evil little things tend to outgrow ones message box, when not closely watched. And that could lead to an overlooked missive. All very important, as was the movie I managed to squeeze in.
Fine… That is all crap. I just really hate query letters and synopsis writing. Not to mention edits. I stare at the page and wonder where in the world do I start. What do I leave out? What is essential and what is vital? Are these things important to me, does the agent want to know every inch of my work? The answer is a resounding ‘yes’ to the latter, and ‘no one knows’ for everything else?
Sadly, I suffer from a rare disease called loquac-itis. This is a serious disability in which the author tends to run on at the mouth, dream up future plots in the middle of daily activities, and lose control of their sarcastic side effects at the worst possible moment. So once again I find myself facing midnight, but refusing to go to bed until at least one task is completed.
Then again, maybe I’m just hungry. Not to worry, though. I will finally be able to eat real food, Thursday evening. If not, I am demanding a refund on the gallbladder surgery. I really want some chicken fried rice. Maybe some Mexican, mashed potatoes, some…
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to wipe the drool from my chin before having a quick pity party. Did I mention that I was hungry.
Monthly RWA meeting today. I was glad to report that I had written over 30,000 words over the previous two weeks. That is a very nice total, if I do say so myself. 20k more and I will be able to say that I completed JuNoWriMo, 50k in a month.
I was also lucky enough to find a critique partner in the PRO community on the RWA site. She was able to give me some advice that helped me to redo the beginning of my novel, Finder’s Keeper’s. There was just something off about those first words. The flow of Finder’s Keeper’s beginning is so much better now.
I also me/connected with a lovely woman from JuNoWriMo, on twitter. Sadly, my new cyber pen pal introduced me to ‘Sherlock’. Now I am addicted. I have traded novels with Krisztina (pen pal) for a more relax type of critique.
Also reported my participation in IGO contest, through RWA. I hope to get feed by on my writing style from my first contest. There are many Authors out there giving their praise for the feedback received from the various contests. I regret that the beginning of my novel was rewritten after I joined the contest. I also found a website that finally cleared up the synopsis process. The idea of giving a play by play is a bit daunting. Add in the fact that this information was obtained after contest entry and first place is asking a bit much. Oh, well. Lesson learned. Still, the comments should be extremely helpful.
Other than rewrites and edits, today was dedicated to stock piling necessities. The 17th will be her soon and I will part with my evil gallbladder. Hopefully, I will wake up from surgery ready to eat. Man, am I hungry. Over a month of pretzels. If I never see a pretzel again, that will be just find with me.
Perhaps, tomorrow I will rant over one of my many ideals. For now, it is nap time for this writer. 3am is the perfect time for a small pause in writing activities.
One would think that I would be able to go at least one day without the literary world in my life. Not that I would ever wish for such a horrible state to occur. But even I do not good around looking for the written word while heading off to the Physician.
I parked my car and made my trek through the building blocking the last parking space to be found (in the neighboring county, okay, not really but the distance felt like miles by the time I managed to reach the Doctor’s office) As I used my slow but effective snails pace, I passed the pharmacy. The entire hallway was filled with books and nick-knacks. It was a hoarder’s dream. But in among the shelf fillers, I located a book of travel destinations for the entire United States. Did I need it? Nope. So I called dubbed the book research material and bought it anyway.
I have also crossed the 30k mark in my quest to write 50k words in June with JuNoWriMo. Get on board the writer’s train everyone. I will be more than pleased if I am able to finish off Book two and/or get a jump start on Book 3. Now if I could only persuade someone else – not me – to write up my query letters, my life would be perfect. Except for the crappy MS and Gallbladder problem, I would do cyber cartwheels. What the heck, I’m doing a whole cyber aerobic dance.
On a personal note, and we are going deep here. I just watched the finale of ‘The 100’ and I am so upset. Scream in rage at the sky from the guard tower, pissed. I see the road that show is traveling and for the most part I am pleased. I see that we will have a rescue attempt and most of our favorite characters will stay with us. They will change and grow and bounce between ‘bad ass’ and ‘whine-one-one’ profiles. But hey, what would we have to complain about if we weren’t disappointed from time to time. So, I understand the need for drama. But where can the plot go with Jaha (I. Washington) trapped in space with no way to the ground. Will Washington find a way out at the 11th hour? Will the man that came up with a plan to get them all to the ground die alone, gasping for breath? Will he suddenly remember an escape pot, like the one that Raven used to get down to earth? So, they have my attention for one more episode. I will watch the opener to season two, but my attention is extremely flakey.
I tried ‘The 100’ because Washington was a member of the cast. I would rather write up my own worlds, so only the best can compete. They will need something phenomenal, if they are replacing Washington. Otherwise, I have voices inside my mind begging to be released. They demand to have their time in the lime-light, and the voices are loud and insistent.
Until next time, Tracey L Clark
This month is dedicated to JuNoWriMo. One month to produce 50,000 words. At first I thought that maybe I was insane for even considering such a feet, but I am only eleven days in and already I have 28,000 words. The sprints actually push me to continue when I want to close my laptop and call it a day. It doesn’t matter if my word count is higher than the rest of the participants. It’s all about getting my thoughts done.
The voices in my mind thoroughly enjoy this tactic. The story flows and grows. Edits are for tomorrow. Today is all about building a world for the character living within my mind.
Book one, Finder’s Keeper’s, is finished and the editing process has made at least two passes at fine tuning the novel. Already, book two (untitled) has grown into it’s own adventure. This month will be about deciding if the words pouring forth should be there own story, or will they be apart of the conclusion to book two. Only the edits know. Once the voice decide, I will let everyone know.
Sadly, I will also be facing the scalpel, or more likely ‘the probe’, as my hateful gallbladder is sucked from my body. Not a moment to soon, if you ask me. I have been living on combos and pretzels for the last month. I could kill for some chicken fried rice. Not really that much to ask, but my gallbladder has been keeping me on the diet from hell.
And speaking of warm places… I dread the query process. But Query Hell is calling my name. The lovely ladies in my critique group inform me that I am not allowed to complain until I have receive at least 200 rejections. So this month I hope to built my rejection count, while hoping to find that one agent looking for a Fantasy Romance.
Now, I will say goodnight, and keep dreaming no matter where you are in life.