I am confused, in a good way, and I am blaming Camp NaNoWriMo.
Somehow, despite my protestations that I am terrible at short stories, they seemed to like me in the first week on Camp.
Between the quiet but stubborn Stasia and her cat, and determined Samuael, I actually managed to write every day I sat down to do so. Not the word count needed for a whole NaNoWriMo, but enough to make me feel like I had achieved something.
I will see how the next week goes, since Week Two is notorious for changing the landscape in unexpectedly difficult ways, but I have a fledgling hope now.
The real secret to this success, I hazard, has less to do with the magic of Camp, and more to do with using limitations as advantages. By restricting my writing time to very distinct time periods, in this case the train trips to and from work, I seem to have condensed my creativity into usuable blocks. Another win for Camp!
I’m not the only one condensing important activities. A break in the rain is always to be taken advantage of.
This morning I woke up and realised it’s a good way into Week Two of this Camp NaNoWriMo, and I am yet to hit 10k…
I have had a serious change to my routine, and while I thought it wouldn’t affect me, I am more a creature of habit than I realised.
This morning, as I got myself dressed and put on make up, I came to the conclusion that I had been trying to follow my old NaNoWriMo habits. They were great before, I’d had great success with them in the past. But none of those attempts had required me to truly pull out every moment of time and squeeze writing in.
That’s how I ended up here, in Week Two, with barely a plan or word written.
Pantsing, the act of writing by the seat of your pants and hoping, was a familiar thing for me before I went to university and the made me plan everything. Now, I can barely get the energy to contemplate how to pants, let alone actually do it.
As I thought about this post, and how I’d meant to write on last week, I came to the conclusion that this Camp NaNoWriMo isn’t just about getting Gwen to figure out she’s a witch and her brother does actually love her, it’s about me learning to take opportunities and run with them.
If I see an inch, I should take it and run until I have a mile.
I’ll have to get out my writing running shoes.
Good thing there is a weekend coming!
Dusty and Duchess curled up for a cuddle. Best idea ever!
I am packed. Virtually, digitally packed, at any rate. Camp NaNoWriMo is here, and I accidentally ended up organised.
I have my notebooks, my good pens, a keyboard that makes typing easy, and a supply of Hello Panda to ward off sugar crashes.
There is even an idea, just waiting to be a full story.
So here I am, sitting at the door with my suitcase, waiting until it’s time to head off. I could start now, but it’s early and I am overcome but sudden nerves.
Instead of being gleeful at the adventure to come and the friends to meet, I am starting to feel sick in my stomach. The doubts, and my still present Inner Editor, are giving me a hard time. What if my characters don’t like me? What if the ridiculously early mornings make my brain squish? What if my bunnies eat all the things I need and none of the things left out for them?
Oh, how I hope I haven’t signed myself up for a month of procrastinating, more crochet than content. Time to make a start though.
Onward! To stories, adventure, and the hunt for Plot Bunnies!
Duchess helping look for my inspiration
I suddenly realised, thanks to the wonders of Facebook, that it is March and that means Camp NaNo is right around the corner.
Normally I would be excited, but I am all out of creative ideas, if the as yet unfinished In the Gods’ Hands project wasn’t proof enough. So I have been haunting all my old creative places to find inspiration.
All I find are bunnies.
These bunnies are not the glorious binkying Plot Bunnies so treasured by NaNoers the world over, but their sleepy midday counterparts. They lounge around with content expressions or flop out in the heart-stopping ‘dead bunny’ and sleep. Rousing a flopped bunny is very difficult at that point.
Instead of being intimidated by the all but unresponsive condition of my Plot Bunnies, I will take this opportunity to assemble my equipment. Camp is an adventure of truly unexpected events and a well packed adventurer’s kit is essential. If I prepare while the bunnies are sleeping, and there are still days between me and Camp, I might be able to start a story somewhere on Day One.
I will worry about coaxing the Plot Bunnies into action later, right now I have lists to write!
Duchess and Dusty relaxing.