Let’s talk about rejection and motivation and why we’re doing this writing gig. What motivates us?
And what maybe should be motivating us instead?
Because I’ve been writing a while now. Writing and querying and hoping. And getting a whole heap of (encouraging) rejections.
But… nonetheless… they’re still rejections.
I signed up to NaNoWriMo again this year. NaNoWriMo rocks. But – I’ll just come out and say it – my NaNoWriMo 2018 sucked. Badly. It sucked even before I got knocked down by the flu and had to completely stop to recover.
So… why did writing – one of my favourite things – suddenly suck?
Real talk here, people… it sucked because I was forcing the story
Whoever says that writing isn’t fun and you’ve got to push through the hard bits is talking a language I don’t understand. Kudos to them, but I’ve had an epiphany about how I write. And it ain’t about dragging a story out kicking and screaming, while simultaneously bashing my head against the keyboard.
Why was I doing it? Continue reading
Just a quick shout-out to Nanowrimo, who are so awesome they actually have a Goal Tracker page for those of us (ahem) who missed November and are aiming for that Jazzy January feeling.
they still have the Word Sprints operating. My favourite way to write.
She of the Janowrimo 🙂
PS… Update. I’m ahead on words. But not if I keep blogging. Adios!
I spent Christmas holidays on Rottnest Island – glorious!
There’s so much going on at the back end of a year. Study, end-of-school stuff, holiday prep… rush, pack, buy, wrap, plan…
Sometimes, November just doesn’t feel like the best month to decide to write 50,000 words (Even though I do love Nanowrimo!!)
So I’ll share a little thing I like to do. I call it Janowrimo.
I mean, wow, how inventive am I??
I sit down and write 50,000 words in January. It’s a marvelous month where Christmas is over, school hasn’t started yet, and that heavy headdress of end-of-year strain has been replaced by a marshmallow-and-rainbows sort of freedom from whence springs great writing.
Last year, I didn’t manage to do Nanowrimo at all because of study commitments, so my 2018 Janowrimo is twice as important. I’m breaking with tradition this Janowrimo, and NOT (shock! horror!) aiming to write a single MS over the entire month. The first thing I’m aiming for this month is a chapter book involving some splendid gardening and unlikely friendships.
Wish me luck! Maybe even join with me?
Celebratory fishcakes and pho!
Today I hit the 50K mark while writing with mates at our local Vietnamese cafe! A perfect place and time, with my fellow Laptop Ladies there to high-five.
Four fishcakes and two badges. Don’t mix them up.
I have a hot pot of tea at the ready, plenty of mind-nurturing snacks on my desk, and my MC is literally falling off the side of a mammoth mountain and I need to save her.
This is no time for procrastination.
(‘What did you just call me?’ asks my blog.)
However, I also just tipped 40,000 words on the SnowNaNo, so…
Whoo hoo! Pat myself on the back!
Now, get back to it…
That’s what I want to see! I’ve cracked the 25K mark on my snow-filled (affectionately dubbed SnowNaNo, but as yet unnamed) junior fiction novel, and the night is still young. In fact, it’s also only the 14th.
Cause for celebration.
I love my manuscript! I love my characters!
Perhaps most of all, I love the Word Sprints page under ‘Inspiration’. It took me 3 NaNoWriMos to find it, 5 seconds to randomly choose a 20 minute sprint, 20 minutes to write 600+ words, and a nanosecond to realise how awesome that was. I’m a word sprinter through and through now.
What’s working for you?
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Blogging is on the backburner, people. My spare time is taken up writing.
Just cracked 5,400 Nano words on my brand-new middle grade manuscript. That planning is paying off :o)
Good luck to all the other Nano’s out there!
You know the deal. Writers are supposed to either be Plotters or Pantsers. I started with my pants firmly on. They’ve been dropping by stages, and I think it’s time to take them off completely and run around in my brightie whities. Because frankly, when they’re round my ankles they trip me up.