06:12. NaNoWriMo update: I finally log in to the site, prompted by a bombardment of emails for their fundraiser yesterday, including a reminder to update word counts, since they have a communal goal to reach.
I’ve already donated, so unless I donate more, I can’t be entered into their draw to win a free trip to the 2020 Writer’s Digest Conference in New York (because you have to have donated November 9th). That’s cool.
I’ve never updated my word count this year. I’m not sure what it actually is anymore (only Scrivener knows, and it is chaos in my world). I’m also not sure which words to count toward the novel. I know it’s around 14000-20000 for the month, regardless of whether it’s for the novel or not; I err on the side of caution; enter 14,500. Keep in mind, if you think that sounds like a ridiculous number of words to have written in 10 days, as I once would have some years ago, that many of these are utter crap words or pure process documentation (yawn), and might not ever see the light of day (—although some already have— on this blog).
It took me ages just to login and find my page (note to self—not that I often check notes to self when it counts—: https://nanowrimo.org/participants/nadinejl).
I thought I’d changed my email address in settings for last years’ account, but it looks like another account might instead have been created. Plus, I’d forgotten the password for the “new” (i.e. updated) account. Long story short, I was up at 04:30 this morning (vivid dreams, every night now it seems — my creative-nonfiction piece has run for the hills, and morphed into a crazy novel after all, which merges with my reality and worries me at the worst of times; inspiring me at the best —) but yet again the time has been spent essentially mucking around with social media (this time, online novel-writing software). But, I’m super pleased I have buddies.
Once finally having found my (updated? duplicated? whatever) NaNo account , I realize I have not updated my mini bio yet as outlined in a previous post (0-3. , I think it was). Not wanting to come back here and find whatever it was I’d written, I type something spur-of-the-moment and hit save (typical me).
Then I click to see my “previous projects.” Ah, *that’s* what I was supposed to be writing!
Upon re-reading the synopsis and excerpt from 2017, I consider not writing anything new this year, doing another NaNo rebel about-face; editing my last “novel” instead of continuing to write this “novel.”
By the way, for those of you paralyzed by ethics and rules and playing the game perfectly and all — anything goes, really. NaNo’s goal, if I understand it right, is simply to get more people writing. Same as me. Please, please don’t get blocked from writing by conforming to any kind of rules — even NaNo says so:
“A NaNo Rebel is a NaNoWriMo participant who chooses to write something besides a novel of at least 50,000 words in November. Some NaNo rebels choose to revise and edit their novels, while others wander into the worlds of nonfiction, video games, scripts, and academic writing.”
“Rebels often use Nanowrimo’s frantic get-it-done energy to complete projects outside the initial scope intended by Chris Baty when he originally laid out the guidelines. Some even set the same word goal of 50,000 words or an equivalent (for example, an art project might involve 50 pictures). Whether or not to verify their word count and get the winner goodies is up to the rebel–some may choose to do so if they meet their goals, whereas others choose to leave their bars blue/green. While Rebels are acknowledged and welcomed by NaNoWriMo, there are no official Rebel-specific website tools or merchandise, the challenge is firmly focused on noveling…[…].” — https://www.wikiwrimo.org/wiki/NaNo_Rebel
But, NaNo Rebel or not, pantsing continues in my corner and I’m fairly sure that if I’m lucky enough to survive the month, I’ll have another 50K words written, regardless of what genre.
I used to only be able to edit (other people’s work); now I only seem to be able to write. Of course, I make (and sometimes obsess over) small corrections, if I allow myself to review things; but I seem to be incapable of wanting to stop writing in the now to truly do the editing work required to complete a project I can call “done.”
But retaining faith. And a firm pair of rose(-but not rosé!)-tinted glasses.
My NaNo spur-of-the-moment profile update:
“Edit November 2019: Some progress documented at bloomwords.com. Word counts are approximate and sporadically updated. Also it’s complicated. I’ve written more words than this, but not sure which are novel and which are journal. Have not kept good and proper track. But there are a lot of words. That much is certain. Chaos reigns from all outward appearances; but have faith that fractal patterns are at work in the background. Super happy to have buddies. Write on, write now. Sending love.”
p.s. Whether you choose to join NaNoWriMo (<- link leads to Wikipedia) or not, it’s never too late to start writing. “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” — Ernest Hemingway
06:53. 855 words – total for the month – 15350-ish or more
Remember also: “I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket.” — Ernest Hemingway.
I know the gist of the above quote by heart (though I can’t seem to follow the second part); but in looking up the exact wording of it just now (it’s quoted all over the internet in countless places), found this rad article which I completely agree with, on whether the Hemster was a misogynist (—in a word, this author and I both think, “no”): https://theblogalsorises.com/2013/04/22/hemingway-as-misogynist/
(I love when other people write awesome shit, so I don’t have to.)
p.p.s. Aaaaaagh AGAIN I wrote a blog post, instead of novelling. A gal’s not going to get ahead this way… but she does love connecting with friends. :))
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