Nanowrimo

Day One

nanonovemberbannerThe first day of NaNoWriMo, and I sit here looking at my computer screen,

Chapter 1. 

I’m reminded of the a writer in the movies sitting before his typewriter – Writer’s Block. Well, in all fairness to myself I have 224 words. And, the first two words are controversial, very controversial. You aren’t supposed to use very. Extremely (And, as Stephen King says, the adverb is not your friend) controversial. Those two words could get edited out; however, your first line should be an attention grabber.

I slept in this morning – 7 AM. I thought it might give me that extra edge to write. So, far, No. I’m sure while I slept other NaNoWriMoers were writing away, in the vicinity of thousands of words already. Still, I have faith. I’ll get there.

Nanowrimo · writing

Friday Fun — What did you learn from your writing?

Being in the throes of NaNoWriMo I can relate to so much of this.

Live to Write - Write to Live

Friday Fun is a group post from the writers of the NHWN blog. Each week, we’ll pose and answer a different, get-to-know-us question. We hope you’ll join in by providing your answer in the comments.

QUESTION: Did you learn anything from your writing projects and what was it? 

wendy-shotWendy Thomas: Well, I learn all the time from my writing. When I interview people I learn about their wishes, dreams, and work. For someone who loves to learn new things, being a journalist is a great job. Also, when I write my articles, I am made aware of what filters I put on my writing. A journalist must be unbiased and sometimes I have a tough time doing that. (We’re coming up on the Presidential Primary season in NH, I’ll be doing a lot of tongue biting.)

With regard to my work-in-progress, as mine is a memoir, each time I…

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Nanowrimo · writing

Fall Projects and Becoming Bonafide

IMG_0687It’s autumn and time for some new projects. More exercise is hopefully one of them. I’ve vowed to read more and one easy way to do it is atop my exercise bike. I logged twenty miles yesterday while reading. I’m both a slow reader and bicycler. The bike sits next to the window, and I look out at all the leaves that needs raking and swept off the deck. That will be a massive project. There may be one last riding lawn mower run as I use it to mulch leaves this weekend.

We now have new tires to go on the front of the tractor. We are always in need of rocks, right now to finish off the green house. We also need firewood. So, I’m sure we will spend time out in the woods this weekend as well.

And, then there is Nanomowri which begins in November. I did it last year and plan to do it again. I actually finished a book last year but have yet to publish. It is still in need of more editing. Nevertheless I entered it in a contest, the William Faulkner Society for writers. I didn’t win, but did end up on the short list for finalists which gave me hope. Still, I’m reluctant to call myself a writer. Maybe I should take a more positive attitude on that.

I’m sitting in a coffee house now, taking advantage of their high speed internet for blogging. At home our internet is iffy. It wasn’t existent at all last night. I had also wanted to start doing a blog post everyday, but wasn’t able to last night because of the internet being out.  I’m quite lazy about that. I feel like I have to have a picture for every blog post. That is the visual artist in me.

Everyday since I have committed myself to this year’s Nanowrimo characters have been calling out to me. Luckily I have a sense of direction for this next bit of writing. The story will be set in France. That was my plan even before we decided to go to France. Funny how these things work out.

Our place is quiet which luckily lends itself to writing. I wonder how other writers approach writing. When I write I get so involved in my characters. It’s like entering a different world everyday, like visiting a different place or time, without any of the hassles of travel. On some days, depending on what is flowing out of me, and I admit that a lot of it is bits and pieces of me, intertwined in fiction, it is like entering a soap opera. The characters become real in my mind, and even my heart to some extent.

I remember Holly Hunter’s character in “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” using the term bonafide to refer to a proper marriage candidate. I’m working towards being a bonafide writer.

If anyone wants to join me this November in writing: http://nanowrimo.org/