Wordsmithing: NaNoWraMo: wrapping it up? SLOWLY CURVE

Monday 1 November 2010

NaNoWraMo: wrapping it up? SLOWLY CURVE - Dirty High

Please come over

I need assistance

Mostly, I'm finding Non-NaNo no quicker than my normal pace of re-write, re-edit writing.

It is frustrating to be so slow: a careful, order/re-order kind of writer.

Someone - last week, admittedly - posted they wrote 10,000 words in a morning. Then, and now, I reach for something to put me out of my misery... a coffee with a cup of tea chaser.

NaNoWraMo - GO!

I'm the least persistent

I'm your callous prescription

I can't eat, can't speak, can't sleep

Well that's my mental description

It's a dirty high!

5 comments:

Anne R. Allen1 November 2010 at 21:02
NaNo can be wonderful fun, but some of us have muses who are allergic to that kind of pressure. You have to be nice you your muse. You won't like her when she's angry.

I LOVE that hero's journey chart.
ReplyDelete
Replies
Susan Fields2 November 2010 at 00:32
I find coffee cures many ills. :)
ReplyDelete
Replies
Unknown2 November 2010 at 01:08
Hi Anne
My Muse likes to take slow walks in floaty dresses! ;)

Hi Susan
Coffee in cups or tubefed intravenously? ;)
ReplyDelete
Replies
Sherrie Petersen2 November 2010 at 02:56
Ten thousand words in a single morning? That's crazy! The hero's journey illustration is funny, but that would confuse me more than help me. When I'm doing this, I just need to write :)
ReplyDelete
Replies
Unknown2 November 2010 at 07:54
I know Sherrie. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head when I read the numbers! I can type fast; I couldn't type the same word that fast, in one morning.

I was thinking of the Hero's Journey as a NaNo in action metaphor ;)
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

Pages

Monday 1 November 2010

NaNoWraMo: wrapping it up? SLOWLY CURVE - Dirty High

5 comments: