Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Writer's Block

How do you finish a novel that you've been working on for three years already?

Sometimes I want to give in to the idea of writer's block.
It would be a good excuse.
But writer's block doesn't exist.
Instead I have to admit that Facebook has just captured my attention for far too long.
Me and BettyLou!
That I've been so excited about Christmas that I've been thinking about what presents I can give instead of what scenes I can write.
I've been playing my new bass, BettyLou, and wishing I were brave enough to take voice lessons.
My creativity doesn't just turn off and refuse to work--that's not how imaginations are.
I've just let myself get so busy and distracted that I don't make the time to let my creativeness out into the world and on the page.

Remember that goal I had of 15,000 extra words by the end of the month? Well, I haven't got a lot of days left until then!

So, it's time to kick into gear and to write my heart away. No excuses this time.

Butt In Chair is the cure to "writer's block" and I'm pulling it out of my medicine cabinet today.

Write on!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Note to Self

Note to self...

....do not write about politics.
....if ever you need to vent about something that may be somewhat political, do not do so in blog form.
....DO NOT post it to Facebook.
....do not read anything on Facebook.
....DO NOT watch the news or read news things on the internets.
....write 2,000 words today, you only need 14,000 to finish your goal by the end of the month.
....make fewer public notes to self in the future.


Friday, December 14, 2012

The Right to Bear Arms

I have had many debates with people about the "right to bear arms" which Americans seem to prize so greatly. The majority of people I've come into contact with about this "right" have been people who enjoy target shooting--particularly in Utah's West Desert where I work during the summer months on wildfire suppression, prevention, and investigation. I have never been a huge fan of guns, I'll be honest, but I didn't really mind them so much either. My line of work during the past two summers however, has changed my apathy into discontent. And what happened today has changed that discontent into bitter sadness and anger.

I've been told that it's a good thing that in our country it is easier to buy a box of bullets and explosives than it is to vote--because it protects the government that leads us, and protects our rights as citizens. I've been told that the reason we need the right to bear arms is so we can overthrow the government if it becomes corrupt. I've been told it's important to have the right to bear arms so we can protect our own families in our own homes.

But you tell me what is so important about the right to bear arms when that right is exercised in such a way that it takes the lives of 27 people in an elementary school and devastates families all across the nation. Tell me what kind of government was being overthrown this morning in Connecticut. And more importantly, tell me why the only way Americans think we can take control of our own lives is through violence.

How much good has come from the right to bear arms? Give me one good story.

Some people might say this is only one thing. Only one person who misused their rights to commit a vicious crime. But what about all the others?

Here's a "short" list of shootings in 2012:
Black Friday 2012 Walmart Shooting
Oregon Mall Shooting
Pennsylvania Man Shot Ex-Wife During Church Service
Minneapolis Office Shooting
Fatal Jacksonville Shooting
4 Die in California Shooting
Walking Dead Fan Shoots Girlfriend
Shooting on California Indian Reservation
Shootings at House Parties in Alabama
Beaver Falls Fatal Shooting
Chardon High School Shooting
Oikos University Shooting
3 killed in shooting near Texas A&M
Overnight Shooting at Pine Creek Apartments

Are there any missing from my list? I'm sure you can name at least one that happened in Colorado somewhere that was a big deal and there are probably SO many more. :(
Why do we overlook all of these instances and still yell for our right to bear arms? Why do we overlook all the terrorism in our own towns, states, and nation and "fight" against terrorism in other nations?

Sorry to be so political. Mostly, like a lot of people in the world today, I'm just sad.

Adventures of Clyde the Duck--The Movie

Here it is! The film you've all been waiting for! Starring your favorite Duck.



Write on!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Adventures of Clyde the Duck: Grand Canyon

I have this dream of one day writing picture books. When I was in college I attempted to write a picture book that turned out to be really stupid. But, when I was in the Grand Canyon several months ago, I decided to give it another go.

Clyde has been my travel buddy since I started really traveling. He's been to England, Scotland, Wales, New York, New Hampshire, Maine, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, California (southern, central, and northern), and Oregon. He has hiked with me to the highest peaks in the United Kingdom, rowed a boat on the River Avon in Stratford-upon-Avon (think Shakespeare), rested upon the stones at Stonehenge, sat on the beach at Lake Tahoe, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and backpacked to the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon.

So, here's one of his adventure stories.




Adventures of Clyde the Duck: Grand Canyon
Clyde at Grand Canyon

Clyde decided to hike in the Grand Canyon.
First he packed his backpack with food, water, tent, and sleeping bag.
Then he set off down the steep trail toward the Colorado River.
He hiked many miles in the hot Arizona sun.
He felt very tired when he reached the campground.
His shoulders were sore from carrying the backpack and his legs ached from walking for so long.
He found a nice wooden bench, took off his pack and rested his eyes.
Clyde did not notice the nearby squirrel thief hiding in the bushes.
The squirrel thief leapt from the bushes onto Clyde's pack and opened the pocket where the food was stored.
Clyde opened his eyes just in time to see the squirrel run away with his food.
"Hey! That's mine!" Clyde yelled.
Even though clyde felt too tired to do anything, he chased the squirrel down the trail.
Clyde and cactus (not barrel cactus, though)
The squirrel ran so fast that Clyde lost sight of him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lizard, did you see which way the squirrel went?" Clyde asked.
"Past the barrel cactus and to the left," said the lizard.
Clyde ran past the barrel cactus and took a left, but he still did not know where the squirrel thief went.
"Hello, Mrs. Raven, did you see which way the squirrel went?" Clyde asked.
"He ran past the yucca banana just down the way," she squawked.
Clyde hurried past the yucca banana, but still no sight of the thief.
"Excuse me, Rabbit, have you seen a squirrel?" Clyde asked.
"On his way to the biggest Cottonwood by the stream, as always," the rabbit said and pointed down to the stream.
Clyde in a Yucca Banana plant
Clyde ran until he reached the biggest cottonwood by the stream just as the squirrel dashed into a small hole near the tree's roots.
The squirrel may have escaped, but the food bag was too big and wouldn't fit in the squirrel thief's hideout.
Clyde snatched the food bag away from the squirrel thief just in time.
"A-ha! You dirty little thief," Clyde shouted.
He trudged back to his bench and ate his tasty meal.
He set up his tent then watched the stars and listened to the bull frogs croak as he drifted to sleep in the desert.

The End.

Have any comments? Questions? Ideas for more stories or suggestions on how to make this one better? Leave your feedback in a comment below!

Come back tomorrow for an EPIC VIDEO of  Clyde's many adventures.

Write on!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Christmas Traditions

Hello Lovely Writers and Readers!

This year, since we've melded our families together and started our own family, my lovergirl and I have come up with some new traditions.

My favorite one is the Christmas Tree. Both of us hate a lot of things about Christmas (mostly the societal/business things that commercialize everything), but one of the things that we hate  A LOT is the killing of trees and even the poison that comes from the plastic, fake trees--did you know that fake trees hurt the environment more than cutting down a live tree? True facts.

I still love having a Christmas tree with decorations and presents underneath, so we came up with the awesome idea of buying a potted tree. When the weather warms up a little then we'll plant the tree and instead of taking from the earth, we will give her a gift. This year we made our own stockings and I even turned our air conditioner into a fireplace!


Another tradition is to watch Home Alone. Because, nothing says "Christmas" quite like this: 



Do you have any cool Christmas Traditions (or maybe pre-Christmas traditions)? Share them in a comment!

Write on!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

December Novel Writing

November is over and here I am still in between jobs. I'm going to take advantage of all this extra time on my hands to finish up the novel I've been working on for two years now. I currently have 12,290 words on my novel Some Secrets Aren't Secrets and while there are some published novels written in a similar "sparse" style that have word counts in that ball park, I know my story needs more substance in the middle. My goal for December is to write another 15,000 words on this novel and finish it up so I can send it off to agents in January.

Now that I've told you my end of the year goals I expect you to hold me to them. I appreciate the pressure. 

Here are some more novel word counts to show you where this novel lies on the playing field. 

Glimpse by Carol Lynch Williams --512 pages, 29347 words

This is What I did by Ann Dee Ellis--176 pages, 28326 words

Everything is Fine by Ann Dee Ellis--160 pages, 28618 words

Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse--240 pages, 19756 words

Burned by Ellen Hopkins-- 42201 words
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Glass by Ellen Hopkins--58269 words
Crank by Ellen Hopkins--34497 words
Perfect by Ellen Hopkins--622 pages70016 words
All the Broken Pieces by Ann E. Burg--218 pages,15158 words

Heartbeat by Sharon Creech--180 pages, 13157 words

Because I am Furniture by Thalia Chaltis--352 pages, 18547 words

Make Lemonade by Virginia Euwer Wolff--200 pages, 32030 words

Keesha's House by Helen Frost--116 pages, 15469 words

Okay, so Ellen Hopkins writes really long "sparse" novels...but I think she tends to use multiple characters to tell her stories so I'm not shooting for quite that many...unless I reach my goal and find out there are still more things that need to be in my book.

Write on!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Font

In my blogger I only have a few font options. Normally, I stick with Times New Roman because I'm an English major and almost all of my professors required that every essay on poetry or whatever else be in Times New Roman 12 point font (of course with one-inch margins).

Sometimes if I had a professor that didn't specifically ask for Times New Roman I would use Arial because it is quite bigger at 12 point and therefore takes up more page space. 

Courier is one I've never really found a use for. It's supposed to look like a type-writer, maybe, but it really just reminds me of Ghost Writer. 

Georgia is nice because it's somewhat of a mix, I think, between TNR and Arial in that it has the serifs almost like TNR and is slightly bigger like Arial (so if a teacher requested Times New Roman and I didn't have the words enough for five whole pages and I didn't have to send it electronically then this one is almost a tricky way to surpass essay requirements...but not if everyone else follows the rule and yours sticks out in comparison). 

Helvetica--seems a lot like Arial only skinnier or something. 

Trebuchet is a little more like techno. Doesn't it remind you of techno music?

Oh and the Verdana. Another font that makes me miss TNR even more. I'm thinking maybe I've been brainwashed. 

And now back to the default font. So, did you like my video last Friday? I'm thinking I'll try to make more videos. We'll have Video Friday! 

But until then, watch this clever video about fonts. I wish I were this creative (and skilled with movie making). 

Write on!

Friday, November 30, 2012

I WON!!!!!!!

I almost feel like I've won the lottery or something. Except this, is in a lot of ways, feels much more rewarding. I didn't just win by chance or good luck. I worked my fingers off (not literally, they're still attached appropriately to my hands) writing and writing all month.
And I did it! I wrote 50,257 words in only 30 days.

I'd like to thank NaNoWriMo for existing. 
And I'd like to thank my mom for all her generous thoughts and ideas along the way. 
Thank you, Jo, for writing with me, even though your goals were a little different. 
A big thanks to other fellow writers and facebook friends for writing and doing NaNoWriMo (past times and this year) blogging, and encouraging me along the way. 

Stay tuned for posts to come on how to write a novel in only 30 days (I have lots of advice now that I've done it and know it is possible). 

And here's the video you've all been waiting for: 


Write on!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Dare Devil

Do you think it's weird when people try to design their own book covers?
Well, I did just for fun. I didn't do anything too fancy. Really, I just took a picture off of the internet and photo shopped some words over it and it doesn't really look that great, but I think it's kinda cool looking.


What do you think?


Let's be honest, the real cover would look nothing like this. It's too exciting, I think, to be a real cover. But there's one thing that might make it more like a realistic cover and that is that it doesn't really depict the true idea of the story...except it sort of does. :P

Write on!


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

When Dewke Dies

SPOILER ALERT!!!!! if you do not want the secrets of my novel to be spoiled by my blog post before you read it when it comes out in 3-10 years in hard cover then read no further. 


Thanks to everyone who helped me come up with ideas for scenes today. 
I wrote two different scenes for this one and you get to vote on which one stays! 
Of course I'll need to make revisions to it later, but for now just choose which scene is better. 

Dewke Dies #1
When I get home Mom is in the kitchen crying and making fudge. Peanut butter fudge. It’s my favorite, but she only ever makes it for my birthday or if something goes bad—like the time I split my chin open or when my favorite uncle died of lung cancer. Today is not my birthday, so I tell mom I’m going to take Dewke for a walk because I don’t want to have another bad thing in my life right now. It’s too full of weird emotions.
“Honey, I think you should sit down,” she says. She grabs the box of tissues off the kitchen counter and puts it on the dining table after she takes a tissue out of the box. She dabs at her eyes and pulls a chair out for me.
I stand there, not wanting to know. “I’m just going to take Dewke for a  walk first and then you can tell me the bad news, okay, Mom.” I say and I walk toward the back door.
“He’s not there,” she says when I reach for the handle. She sobs this time, blows her nose loudly.
I yank the back door open and whistle. “Dewke, come here boy!”
I run out into the yard and search everywhere for him. Under the deck, behind the shed. He’s not there. I run back into the house.
“Where is he?” I say.
“He died, Ryan,” she says. “He’s gone.”
“Died!? Dewke doesn’t die. He can’t die,” I say.
“He was hit by a truck,” She says and then sobs. She takes a deep breath. “He managed to dig up that hole again under the fence and got out.”
I sit down at the dining table. Numb. I feel numb. It’s not real. It can’t be real. I’ve had Dewke since I was nine. We go everywhere together. I lay my head on the table and let the tears stream down my cheeks and puddle around my face.

Dewke Dies #2
I get home from school and immediately go to the back yard to get Dewke. He’s happy to see me like always and he wags his tail like crazy. “Let’s go for a stroll, boy!”

I open the gate and he bolts out ahead of me. I run after him and whistle for him to come back. And he stops at the sidewalk to wait for me. When I hit the sidewalk I jump on my board and push toward the dog park. 

“Alright, Dewke I’ll race you to the park!” We fly through our neighborhood letting the wind blow through our hair. Dewke runs with his tongue hanging out, slobber slapping everywhere.

When we get to the block just before main street, which happens to be the busiest street in town, I call Dewke to me and grab his collar. I walk hunched over for the whole block and hold on to him as we wait for the walking sign to appear, then we cross the street. Once we’re safely to the other side and down the block a little ways I let go of his collar and let him run ahead.

When we get to the park he runs around sniffing butts and eventually comes back to play fetch. I brought his favorite tennis ball and a chuck-it thrower so I don’t have to touch his nasty slobber covered ball. 

He chases the ball as fast as he can, sometimes running too far and not slowing down fast enough. Every time he brings the ball back, drops it at my feet as he pants like crazy, probably thirsty as hell. But he just waits, tail wagging, tongue slopping out over his teeth, those giant brown eyes looking at me with an eager anticipation. I scoop the ball into the throw arm and sling it all the way across the field in the park. I think he could do this for hours. 

When he gets so tired that he brings the ball back and just lies down to gnaw on it, I decide it’s time to go home. 

“Come on, boy, let’s go home.” I say and I pick up my long board from off the grass.

We walk and Dewke is a little slower going back. I’m proud that I managed to wear him out because he is usually like an energizer bunny going forever and ever, never  really getting tired.
When we get to main street I don’t grab his collar. He has stayed by me the whole time without going out ahead of me, so I’m not worried about it. 

We get to the corner and I push the button so we can cross. While we’re waiting and watching the cars go by, a cat jumps out of a trash can across the street. Dewke’s ears perk up and he bolts toward the cat before I have a chance to reach for his collar. He runs out into the street, eyes on the cat and just when he gets to the inside lane of the other side of the road a car honks, he tries to turn back and the wheel of the car bumps over him. He yelps loud once. Only once, and the back wheel thumps over him before the driver swerves off to the side of the road. I stand there on the corner just staring at the unmoving lump on the road.

A woman gets out of the car screaming, “oh my god!”

I race out into the road and meet in the middle with the woman who ran him over. She tries to pull his steaming body off the street. I push her away and pick Dewke up in my arms. His body is hot and blood pumps out of him from all over. I carry him to the other side of the road and sit on the curb cradling him in my arms, bawling my face off and letting his blood seep into my clothes. 


42,498 words total
3 more writing days left after this!

Write on!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Word Count

As I'm typing away, trying to get my word count I can't stop thinking about how many words I will lose when I start editing in December.

Sure I'll have 50,000 words, but how many of those are good words?
So, I've looked up a few books to see how long they really are (and how many words I can safely discard without needed to add more).

Squashed by Joan Bauer : 48,391
Harry Potter and the Sorcer's Stone by JK Rowling: 77,325
Hatchet by Gary Paulsen: 42,328
A Long Way From Chicago by Richard Peck: 35,226
Geography Club by Brent Hartinger: 43,831
Totally Joe by James Howe: 34,692
The Misfits by James Howe: 47,443
The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger: 73,404
A Separate Peace by John Knowles: 56,787

It didn't turn out to be as helpful as I'd hoped. But, at least there are a couple books there with fewer than 50,000 words... :0) But, probably I'll have to write some more, which I guess is okay...


3,000 words exactly--ain't that special?? today
39,321 words total
4 writing days left after today

Write on!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thanksgiving Tofurkey

It's Thanksgiving. That awkward holiday where we celebrate what we're "thankful" for by stuffing our faces gluttonously and remembering our lovely ancestors who came to the Americas, killed the native people and took over all the land only to cut down all the trees, build pollutant factories, and destroy the beautiful mountain tops with things like mining...
Despite my negative perspective of most American holidays, I like the sentiment of having a day to remind us to be more thankful. Afterall, I do have the best life ever--so, here's a few things that I am grateful for. 
Jo--she is my best friend. I adore her and love that she adores me back. I'm so grateful to have her in my life, to go hiking, and snowshoeing and adventuring with her. 
Mom--she has supported me my entire life through everything. All my choices. All my rough patches. All my accomplishments. She is the best mom anyone could ask for and I can never show enough appreciation for her. 
My computer--I know I spend WAY too much time on the internet and sitting in front of my stupid computer, but it has sure helped me progress as a writer. I doubt I could have written so many words without it. 
NaNoWriMo--thank you for existing and helping me push myself further than I ever would have on my own. I've had such a confidence boost this month as I've written a lot of words (including a lot of fluffy, stupid words) and developed a real story with a real plot and real characters in such a short amount of time--I think I really am a writer :)



Now, for  a "Dare Devil" Thanksgiving Scene: 

“Okay,” Mom says. “Dinner is now officially ready.” She pulls out a turkey from the oven and places it on a hot pad in the middle of the table.
 
Everyone looks at it as though it’s some kind of deformed piece of art that has some deeper meaning they can’t seem to grasp. It’s Tofurkey, which is to say it’s some kind of tofu that has been morphed into the shape of a cooked, dead turkey, but will have absolutely no taste or texture similar to one.

“Wow, mom. That’s something,” Ben says.

“What the hell is this?” Dad says.“Where’s the turkey?”

“This is the turkey,” Mom says.

We all stare at it. She even went through such lengths as to stuff it with her famous celery, carrot, deliciousness stuffing, and I’ve got to admit it’s pretty close to what regular turkey looks like. I wonder how long it took her to get it into that shape or if it came that way. 

Mom does not use the word tofurkey. “Now, dear,” she says to Dad, “let’s make this a good dinner and just see how the turkey turned out.”

Dad grumbles a little, but doesn’t say anything more. He starts dishing up the mashed potatoes from in front of him onto his plate. He holds it out to Ben who is next to him.

Nobody says it, but this is Dad’s fault. Sort of. I don’t actually know how much it was genetically induced and just how much it had to do with his diet, but secretly we all blame Dad for it. 
We used to have the family tradition of racing to the closet under the stairs to dig out my old little kid mattress that fits perfectly on the stairs. We used to spend hours and hours on Thanksgiving running up the stairs and sliding down on that mattress. It was a whole family thing. Mom and Dad even played with us.

Two years ago, though, Dad zoomed down, laughing and enjoying himself like he only ever did once a year. When he reached the bottom and crashed into the front door (like we all always did) he didn’t get up right away. He just kept clutching his left arm. Mom gasped and ran down the stairs nearly tripping over herself. We spent the rest of that day in the hospital because Dad had had a heart attack. The doctor said he needed to change his diet. Needed to eat less meat and less salt and more vegetables and leafy greens. Mom has gone to great lengths to make our meals more “healthy” since then. She also banned us from mattress sledding. 


Write on!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Last Scene

I wrote what may very well be my last scene in my novel.
This is a big deal because I have never yet written a last scene before now.



The other day I asked Jo, "How should I end my novel?"
She said, "With a period."
"Hmmm. So, you want my male character to turn out to be a girl in the end?"
"Not THAT kind of period."
"Oh, right."

Since I had no idea how to write an end scene to a book, I decided to take her advice, and end it with a period. :)

Let me know what you think--is it horrible? Can I really end a book this way? What do you think it says about their relationships? Anything? Give me more ideas! I still have about 15,000 words to go and only 9 more days!

(ahem. Please keep in mind that I have used lots of extra wordy words in my scenes in an effort to reach my word count goals, and upon a real edit these will be cut... Carry on!)


Zach and I meet Maddie at the tree house. It seems like forever since the three of us have been there together. “Okay, now that I’m president I’ve got to start working on these projects I want to do.” Maddie says. “We’ve got to raise money for some of the school programs that are dying out. Like the music program. And drama. Those things are very important to students—especially those who are part of the gay community.”
“What?” I say. “First of all, what gay community? And second of all, who? Colton? He’s the only gay kid I know of that is involved in music or drama.”
“That’s only because you’re blind, Ryan.” Maddie tells me. “There are at least an entire dozen of lesbian and  gay students involved in music and drama programs. I want to do a bake sale to start. And I also want to try to do a candy drive for Halloween so we can donate it to underprivileged kids.”
“But can’t they just go trick-or-treating like every other kid in town?” Zach points out. “People give out free candy anyways.”
“And I want to definitely keep the sub for santa thing going,” Maddie says, completely ignoring Zachs excellent point about trick-or-treating. “But I want to extend it to more families, which means we’re going to have to generate more donations, so we’re going to have to start on it earlier and recruit more volunteers. I have the whole student body officers that are basically all in my control, which is a pretty good start. Plus you guys. Plus Jackie,” she lets out a puff of air and blushes a little at this comment. “Plus I’m sure you guys can get some of your swim team people, right?”
“Wait, wait, wait.” I say. “Who says that Zach and I are helping?”
 “I just did,” Maddie says. “Aren’t you listening to me? Anyways…” Maddie looks down at her lap, I assume trying to gather her thoughts for more ridiculous projects. “Oh my God!” she says, looking up and placing a hand over her crotch. “Guys, I really need your help.”
I turn away, trying to pretend like I didn’t see anything.
“Okay, okay. We’ll help you,” Zach says as he stares out the window.
“Could you guys go get me some tampons from the Easy Mart?” She says.
Zach looks at Maddie. “What? You’re kidding. I thought you were talking about the Christmas Santa stuff.”
“Guys, come on this is urgent. Ugh. I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming. Is it early? I usually have it all mapped out and I know exactly when to expect my period.”
Zach and I look at each other and smile. I nod.
“I’m afraid you’re on your own with this one,” I say.
“Seriously, guys? What about when you get married? Are you going to tell your wives the same thing?” Maddie says.
“See, that’s the beauty of being gay,” I say. “We don’t have to deal with that stuff at all.” Zach and I high five and grin at her.
“I’m bleeding through my pants. It’ll stain the floor,” She pleads.
“That’s the beauty of being in a tree house,” Zach says. “It doesn’t matter.”
Zach and I laugh.
“Guess it’s time to call your girlfriend?” I say. “Come by Fat Joe’s when you’re done. Zach and I are gonna order a pizza.”
Zach starts to climb down the tree. “See ya later, Maddie,” he says.
I climb down after him and slide my fingers in between his as we walk away.

The end. 

AHHHH! I Even wrote "the end!" My first ending!!!!! 

3,263 words today! 
35,487 words overall !!!!

Write on!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

On Top of The World

Listen to this.
Today I'm catching up. That's right. I wrote 7356 words today! Take that, novel!
I'm on top of the world!

Write on!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Writing Community

Having a writing community is very important. I learned this pretty much at the beginning of my novel writing adventures during college. I knew I could write a novel (or the fifty first pages of a novel) in a single semester because I had a slew of classmates doing it too. I've kept up my writing outside of classes because of the writing groups I've joined (at first with people from those classes).

There is no possible way I could write an entire novel in a month all by myself. Community has been a key motivator for me. My lovegirl isn't writing a novel with me, but she decided to write an essay every single day (she's really good at personal essay/non-fiction stuff) and that has kept me poking out thousands of words these past two weeks. My friend Estee is also writing a novel this month and every time I see her word count posted on facebook I think, "I better get writing!"

For NaNo there are even regional groups of people who are all participating in NanNo and sometimes they get together to have a write-a-thon. I've never been to one of these, but I do have a cute little community of my own at home who have kept me motivated.


Write on!