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To NaNo, Or Not To NaNo?

To NaNo, Or Not To NaNo?

NaNoWriMo has been a part of my life since I was thirteen. In 2009, somebody on the writing website Protagonize.com was talking about National Novel Writing Month and, being a keen/obsessive writer at the time, I decided to sign up, although it was already the seventh of November and I had no plot, characters, or experience of writing a novel. Nevertheless, I succeeded at the 50,000 word challenge, and finished my first (terrible, short, cliched) novel. I’ve done NaNo every…

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Writing Again

Writing Again

So, I’m writing again. A couple of years ago, that wouldn’t have been news, since I used to adopt a policy of moving straight onto a new project as soon as I finished one. But 2017 has been a bit of a rubbish year for writing. In fact, a few weeks ago I found myself trying to remember if I’d written anything at all, since I didn’t have a 2017 subfolder in my writing folder at all. Then I remembered…

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Past And Plans

Past And Plans

Did you know, it’s seven years since I joined WordPress? It’s funny — it feels both longer ago than that, and much more recent. For example, I was sure I had a blog before I started NaNoWriMo for the first time, in 2009, but if I didn’t join WordPress until nearly the end of November, I obviously didn’t. Perhaps I created it in the wake of my first year of NaNo success, still riding the high of finishing my first…

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NaNo Reflections At 42k

NaNo Reflections At 42k

I’m now at around 42k for NaNoWriMo this year (this is definitely one of my slower experiences), and I figured since 42 is meant to be the answer to life, the universe, and everything, it was time for an update on my progress and feelings. Then I wrote this post and wasn’t sure if it was worth writing, because it feels kind of a downer. Oh well. Too late now. I managed to write a fair amount early on last…

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Reacting While Numb

Reacting While Numb

I have not really known how to react to this week — a blog post featuring pictures of Nellie, because they make things better. It got off to a poor start with a lack of sleep and an overload of work, wasn’t improved by a flu jab that made me feel pretty unwell, got worse with the election of Donald Trump, and hit rock bottom when I learned that somebody I know online committed suicide on Tuesday night. We weren’t…

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First Drafts And Second Guesses

First Drafts And Second Guesses

I spent a lot of time second-guessing my decision to do NaNoWriMo this year. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense, committing to write fifty thousand words this month when I have multiple essays, dissertation drafts, translations, and other work-related things to do. It would mean I couldn’t read as much, and would generally be one stress more than I needed. I also couldn’t face the thought of failing. I have never lost NaNo, not since I was thirteen…

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Stomach Bugs And Unpredictability

Stomach Bugs And Unpredictability

Sometimes I struggle to find the motivation to do anything, so that when it comes, I have to chase it down no matter how unwise it might seem at the time. Like on Monday. I hadn’t managed to get anything much finished over the weekend, but when I found myself able to think in essay-writing terms, I stayed up until 2am writing what turned out to be the longest non-coursework essay I’ve written for Cambridge, at 4,400 words. According to…

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Rejection Questions

Rejection Questions

I intended my next blog post to be a more detailed account of my trip to Ireland, and for it to follow soon after the last one. As ever when I try and plan blog posts, that didn’t happen. The last few days have been overwhelmingly hot, and I couldn’t face being on my computer long enough to transfer all my pictures, so I decided I would blog from my phone about Pitch Wars instead, and about my writing plans…

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Walls Full Of Plot

Walls Full Of Plot

I am not, and have never really been, what you might call a ‘plotter’. Or to use George RR Martin’s analogy, I’m not an architect. I’m not the kind of writer who sits down with a spreadsheet or a file full of notes or even an outline, knowing before I start exactly what I’m going to do and then doing it with minimal changes. I would go as far as to say I’m not even really a gardener, if we’re…

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Back To The Bad Guys

Back To The Bad Guys

My plan had been to set aside my darker, angstier stories for a while and work on a book known only as HAPPY GAY MAGICAL NOVEL, but it turned out that my brain hasn’t been in a position to create much lately, so trying to write a first draft seemed a bit futile. I couldn’t come up with a plot — trying to fix the holes in an existing one was difficult enough.  Besides, my country is falling apart and…

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