Last month marked my second time participating in Camp NaNoWriMo, otherwise known as the summer version of that thing where people try to write 50,000 words of a novel in one month.
(Writers in general are slightly bonkers, but even we admit that coming up with this takes a special kind of crazy).
You may laugh, but it's entirely true.
|Struggling with wordcount was the other cause|
What drove me to such insanity this month was the first novel of a fantasy series that I've been planning for several months now. I had wanted to wait until I'd planned out all ten (ten!) novels until I started writing the first one, but my enthusiasm had been lagging. Camp NaNo was the only thing I could think of that would give me the kick in the pants I sorely needed.
And what a kick in the pants it was!
I don't think I've had this much fun writing a story yet. From one character making the most of his insignificance by adopting the voice of Alan Rickman instead of making up his own to eery moments of foreshadowing for later events in the series, from unexpectedly emotional conversations to subtle pop culture references, every day of writing was more enjoyable and more fulfilling than I had imagined in my wildest dreams.
Not only that, but I discovered/confirmed some fun quirks about myself, like how I can't write worth crap if I'm wearing something on my head, my love for finding the perfect theme song for a book, and my tendency during a writing project to listen to the same playlist or album over and over and over and over...
Now, the thing about writing 50,000 words of a novel is that people don't always finish said novel by the time they reach their goal for the month. Last year, I would have only got half of the book done had I not derailed partway through and had to use about 20,000 words to figure out what the heck just happened and how I was going to deal with it.
This year, though, I finished my words just as I got to the very last scene, which means I was able to finish the first draft of the book only a couple of days ago.
In other words, I have, for the first time in my life, finished the rough draft of a full-length novel.
You know what this means, right?
Oh, yeah. Time to pimp it:
First Line: Knuckles white with effort, Adren held the ladder invisible.
Summary: To get a cure for a mad unicorn, Adren must steal a sealskin from a lord, but the sealskin isn't what it seems… and neither is anything else.
Last Line: At least he knew what his were.
Selected Topics Researched While Writing:
- Dye (hair, fabric and skin)
- Mansions (size, what kinds of rooms they have)
- Livery (what it looked like and who exactly wore it)
- Horses (anatomy, whether they're ticklish, what they look like while sleeping)
- Sealskins (size, weight -thank you to @theliz13 for providing this information!)
- The rear naked choke (and various other ways to knock someone out)
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