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Writerly People on Twitter

I am kind of a Twitter nut. It works as a networking tool, a feed reader, a news aggregator and also just a fun thing to do. I thought I’d mention some of my favorite Twitter feeds here in case you’re looking for someone interesting or helpful to follow!

@joe_hill: Author who often tweets about process as well as other interesting things like Doctor Who and Skyrim.

@scalzi: bacon cat.

@angelajames: Carina Press editor and runs the Before You Hit Send self-editing class. Good class. My favorite thing she does is #editreport–tweeting tidbits from rejections and acceptances for wannabe writers.

@laurabradford: agent with agently things to say.

@saramegibow: another agent with lots of really good advice.

@chuckwendig: indie author and blogger at Terrible Minds. Frequently hilarious. Also he posted a recipe for a fall pasta dish that I LOVE.

Some great and wise writers I’ve chatted with and really enjoy talking to? @amaliaTd, @surlymuse, @aliviaanders, @rebeccaenzor, @siri_paulson, @BellaLeone, @MargueriteLabbe, @Megan_Hart (srsly, buy her books. You are missing out if you haven’t, big time.),

Lastly, check out the #amwriting and #amwritingsff hashtags. Lots of great people there doing what it is we do. During NaNoWriMo, I also suggest using #nanowrimo for lots of great writerly talk.

I’m @ameliajune on twitter, meself. If you have any suggestions for writerly types I should be following, drop me a DM :D

 

The NaNo Blog Chain Fate

Now that November has passed, what will happen to the NaNo Blog Chain?

I plan to leave it up all year, and as long as I can going forward. Feel free to remove your blog from the list if it was a 2011-only deal, but I hope to stay in touch with the authors I met and check up on them all year long. I am thrilled to get to know some writer buddies.

So, I’m leaving everything there. Feel free to add your blog at any time, also. If you do NaNoWriMo, even if you join in July, you’re welcome!

Win! A success story, less 10K

Woohoo! I’ve hit the 50K mark (and change) for November writing, thus winning my sixth NaNoWriMo challenge. I actually won the thing while watching the Thanksgiving parade on mute. That was surreal, as it turns out. Huge balloons and dance routines with no sound? Just a bit Ood.

The book is not quite finished. I’m about halfway through the pivotal end scene. Horror and death will soon ensue. I’m looking forward to diving into it today, actually. Horror and death are fun to write. I often wonder what is wrong with me, then I shrug and get back to the killin’ (but only on paper. Yeah. Only paper.)

This was the fastest I’ve ever crossed the NaNo finish line. Looking back, I can think of a few reasons I flew through this novel with six days to spare. (Six days! Luxury.)

1. A writing habit. I had been writing daily, as you, invisible imaginary reader, know. I had been writing/editing nearly every day, possibly with weekends off, for at least a month or two before NaNo began. NaNo doesn’t really allow for days off, but all I had to do was add a couple days a week rather than shift from zero to seven.

2. The story. I had a story well underway by November. I’d written 15K, but more importantly, I’d done nearly all the world building and character research I needed to do already. I had an outline. The outline still had the “and them some stuff happens” 25-35K section, but I had a far better idea where I was going than I have in previous years. I even had something of an endgame in mind, though the endgame got pushed up to the end of the middle game and a different endgame was born. Kinda. This is how it goes, though, as you draft. Middle game. It’s a thing. I also had a real vision for the pacing and theme of the story, so I could always return to those things when stuck.

3. The midnight dash bump. No really. Two sets of word count in one day really do set me off right. I was double where I was supposed to be by the end of day one. It helps.

4. 2K per day. I aimed for that instead of the usual 1667. I read on Twitter that someone was aiming for that, in 500 word chunks. 4 500 word sessions is way less daunting than one 2K session. There were many days I hit 1500, then thought that 500 was so easy, might as well do that also. Worked really, really well.

5. Write ins. I didn’t make very many, due to certain spouses having the nerve to need to work late or something. Gah, don’t spouses know that writing maniacally with a bunch of other writers is more important than income?! Sheesh. However the ones I did get to helped me double my word count for the day.

6. I’ll confess to a small amount of racing with one of my NaNo buddies. I won, too, by about 12 hours. MWAHAHA.

7. Tea. Lots of tea. I can’t really eat as much pie as I would like these days, so went to the mall and treated myself to some tasty fancy teas. Then consumed them in mass quantities (quantiTEAS. See what I did thar?). Treating yourself is always a good thing, no matter how you do it.

8. Constant creative mindset. Even when I wasn’t writing, I kept the RadioMuse channel tuned. I heard a lot of static, but I kept listening. Occasionally something came through, and was beautiful. I was angsting about a certain plot point on Twitter, and the second I posted about it, the idea came to me. Keeping the creative juices flowing throughout the day really helped the story gain traction.

Don’t get me wrong, there were difficult sections. I’m convinced that 20-35K is the swamp of sorrows for first drafts. It’s like, the more you struggle, the faster you sink to your death. I don’t know why, but I’ve encountered the phenomenon enough times to know it isn’t unusual, at least for me. I’ve learned to take that section one word at a time, just keep slogging through, and eventually the magic will occur and there will be a path out.

I hope everyone is having a great end run toward 50K about now, or already validated and coasting on the high. Either way, see you on the flip side, NaNoEdMo. *shudder*

Narcissistic Hubris

Otherwise known as the excerpt from the WIP. Writing is hard. Why didn’t someone warn me about this?

Anyway, here is an excerpt from the NaNo, which is going strong at nearly 30K. I’m on the other side of the hill now, in both NaNo word count and in the book itself. I’ve got a middle and an end planned out, the rest is just details. Difficult, fussy details. But I digress. This is mostly unedited. Theoretically, everything is spelled correctly. I do not think this is a final draft, but I think it’s a fun little piece of my raw writer’s delusional mind. Or something like that.

The man stood on the far end of the parking lot, illuminated under a single halogen lamp. He wore no clothes but for a length of cloth tied around his waist and covering his genitals. Light flashed in the Weir’s eyes, and his white teeth gleamed in the dark. The man was grinning a sick, mental grin. Intel hadn’t been bad—the man was covered in tattoos. No skin remained untouched apart from a small frame around his facial features and presumably the genitals although Iain wondered. His skin was a riot of color, bright and faded. The rough ground of the asphalt must have been grinding into his bare feet but he didn’t seem to register anything but Iain and the Lord arguing across the way. Tattoos of koi and samurais writhed in the yellowed light. They danced and bulged and twisted all over his skin like they could fly right off and become real. Iain realized with a start that the man had already summoned a demon.

He shouted to the Lord, he remembered that much, but then he ran. He ran as far and as fast as his body allowed. He was a servant then, still in training in a compound outside of Dublin, and in the best shape of his life. He ran without looking back. The pressure in the air changed—what had been a damp London fog became a hot, dry desert as he ran. His ears popped as the creature emerged from the Weir*. Still he ran, lungs burning and muscles screaming for oxygen.

He had no idea how far he ran. When he finally collapsed in an undignified heap on the pavement, people stepped around him. He’d run toward the city center, it appeared, which bustled with people. He dared to look behind him, and the convention center was long out of sight. The Lord was also nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he’d run a different direction. Cautiously, he made his way back, always looking for the demon sign—a smell of sulfur or a brightly colored smoke but none made themselves visible. He got nearly back to the convention center before he saw it.

From a long way off, he saw a smear of orange passing under halogen after halogen, disappearing in the dark in between. The Weir, an even smaller smear from this far away, seemed to be standing exactly where he had been. As Iain watched, the demon floated around lazily. His training told him the creature had consumed everything it would, sent all life around it to the Great Void for his fellow demons to feed on, and now simply waited to die. No demon could live long in the world, they were compelled to die once through. The Lord, of course, was gone. Iain held out a brief flicker of hope that the idiot might have run away, but his sinking gut told him the truth. The man was dead, consumed by the demon. Shit.

*Weir: a person who can open a gate with their body to summon demons from the Great Void.

Back to the salt mines! How are your NaNovels going?

Guest Post

In between manic writing sessions, I did a guest spot on WrimosFTW. The blog is great, full of support and pep from newbie NaNo authors and practiced veterans. They have contests and other goodies, too.

Check it out! But if all your writing time is sucked up reading the great articles, don’t blame me :)

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What makes a novel?

What I feel like I struggle with is… the magic spark. The way to take an account, a listing of events, and morph them into a novel.

When I settle in and read a really *good* novel, it takes me somewhere else. I disappear into the vast desert beyond Tull with Roland, I memorize the name of God with Phedre. I’m right with Pendergast and his bottomless jacket pockets as he tracks a creature in a museum. I don’t feel like I’m an observer in these tales, but that I’m right inside them. That’s the difference between an account and a novel.

The magic spark, the sprinkle of glitter (or grave dirt), is the thing I always seem to be seeking now. I want to evoke. I want to pull a sense of fear or excitement or just plain curiosity from a reader. But how?

I don’t want to be a copy artist, stealing from better authors to inform my own work. I want to find my own way to it. It is still pretty foggy out here in storyland.

I’m here though. Caroline’s world keeps getting worse, as intended. Word by word, we’ll get there.

Pain

I had dental surgery last week. I am not a happy camper, nor is my face. Throbbing is a sign of affection, right? Or was that infection…

I count myself lucky though, because experiencing pain gives me a chance to sympathize with my characters as I prepare for NaNoWriMo.

See, I want them to suffer. Their lives should hurt, they will bleed. Caroline (remember her?) is going to lose everything she holds dear and her entire life will turn sideways before she regains her sense of self. If she regains it at all. This novel is a lot about hurt, a lot about pain and fear and anguish and suffering.

Yes, my mouth hurts that much. Shut up.

In unrelated news, I’m trying to sit on a large exercise ball instead of a chair to help my back.* So far, I’ve found that I bounce around a lot but it I can’t get close enough to the table to make it work. Plus I think it is losing air and I’m getting lower and lower every day. I’m not impressed, but I do look ridiculous. That’s something, right?

*Kids, when you turn 30, your body begins to die in pieces. Teeth, back, knees. Might as well just accept your inevitable mortality, because there’s no avoiding it. Sigh.

 

The good news

Because I’ve been boobs-deep in edits of Waking Kiara, my first draft of Worse Things has moved to the back burner. Which means, I have a project for NaNoWriMo! Even more exciting, I actually have a project I can finish. I’ve got the first 15K done, so add another 50K and I get a very close to completed tale.

Finishing a first draft during NaNo–I could weep with joy. Plus a lot of the preliminary work is done on world building and plotting, so no pantsing for me. Wooohooooo!

We shall not discuss the fact that this book still contains a fairly murky “and then some stuff happens” middle section. No, we shall not.

Quandary

I have two projects underway now, both sadly suffering for my day job (and honestly, I took Sunday and Monday off–all work and no play and all that).

They are very different projects, editing one novel within an inch of its life and writing the first draft of another, much more carefully wrought novel. At least, I hope it is more carefully wrought. I do not want to do this level of editing a second time.

For Worse Things (the draft), I’ve been taking things very slow, limiting myself to a small word count with each sitting. I want to focus more on story progression and writing quality the FIRST time, so that when I go back through the story isn’t a hot mess. That has been going really well. I have about 15K now (need to update the word count widget). The book is fast paced and hopefully interesting. I’m struggling with each scene to make it the one I want, to deliver the story in a controlled way. I feel like I know my world, and my characters, and now it is a matter of unfolding all this information in the right order.

Waking Kiara is a lukewarm mess, and that’s after a major revision already. I can definitely see my progression as a writer from 2006 when I first wrote Kiara through to now. I hope in ten years I can say the same thing! I like the story, I LOVE the world, and I think I can fix her, but it is taking a lot of effort (and the awesome analog project board). On the plus side, she’s not a HOT mess anymore, just tepid. That’s doable.

But what is the quandary? I also have NaNoWriMo coming up fast! These two projects are super important to me, and I want to put my writerly energy into them whenever I can. At the same time, I am pretty committed to NaNo. It gets my mind jogged and my fingers typing, even in the worst of circumstances (my one losing year still gained me 20K, and that was on the heels of some MAJOR bad shit in my life).

So here is the question: what do I do? I’m tempted to work out the end of Worse Things, but if I keep my pace up I’ll be past the need for 50K by then. I have the option of sketching out a novel from Kiara’s world, centered around two of her sisters. I’m not sure what their story is yet, and I know that 50K won’t finish that story and I’d really like to FINISH SOMETHING. You know. Someday.

What do I do? I don’t know, but I’m hoping my ever patient and loving goddess Seshat might be holding the answer in her head and if I seduce her right, she’ll share with me.

(Unrelated: I had no trouble uploading gifs before, but all of a sudden gifs aren’t cooperating with WordPress. Wtf?)

 

Done!

Okay not really. But done getting the awesome analog board of awesomeness up and running. Let me tell you–this was a pretty good idea I had (with help from lots of tips online). I have a much better picture of the story’s faults now, and places I can cut/move/expand.

BEHOLD THE AWESOMENESS:

Okay well, maybe it doesn’t look all that awesome here, but I promise, it is awesome.

Also–please sign up for the NaNo Blogchain 2011! I’m just the humble host, but I think it is a great idea to have a clearinghouse of NaNo blogs. I’m hoping for a nice long list of folks so that when I need to procrastinate, I have a list of bloggers I can cheer on instead.

I need an idea for NaNo, pronto. One I can start and finish, because many of my NaNovels are sitting in unfinished states looking at me with frowny novel faces, and I can’t have that. I feel guilt.