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New month, new start-- Day 1....

My last post was probably more depressive than it was constructive, and definitely not what I intended to blog about--- but, it was a means of catharsis for me... the mess I'm dealing with is still very present and has not lessened in any way, but, my mood is somewhat lighter for having ranted.

Now, to other news---

 NaNoWriMo started today. This will be my 6th year participating... For anyone who doesn't know, NaNoWriMo is a month-long writing project that challenges writers to create a 50,000-word "novel" in 30 days. Any writer that completes the daily 1667-word quota will have a 50,000-word manuscript by November 30th.

It's a daunting task, but it's a thrilling task. This year, just like last year, I am starting without any basic plot idea. It's amazing to watch a story write itself out of sub-conscious thought.

I would love to tell you what my NaNo novel is about, but, I honestly have no clue.

While my husband and the neighboring apartment-dwellers slept, I put together my first day's quota before 3 am this morning.

So far, I have a title: D.E.A.T.H. (Department of Eternal And Temporal Holdings)

           I have a few characters: Requiem (life-scribe from a previous NaNo novel)
                                                Skeleton Man (a cantankerous reaper)
                                                Soul Sifters (separators and recyclers of soul-essence)
                                                Soul Takers (fallen Sifters, collectors of souls)
                                                Time Keepers (collectors and distributors of life's time)

            I have some plot ideas: Everybody works for D.E.A.T.H.
                                                Souls are tradable commodities
                                                There are soul-collecting and distributing quotas to be met

I don't know where everything is going to go from here, but it's sure going to be fun finding out....
I have an excerpt posted, should you wish to take a peek...

Anybody out there insane enough to join us mad NaNo-ers??
Any NaNo-ers out there as clueless about your story as I am??

So, here's to a new month, a new start, a new story and hopefully, a new chapter in this crazy life.

Happy NaNo-ing!!!


  1. So I'm breaking a fundamental nano rule--which makes this a nanowrimo no-no, I suppose: I'm picking up a project that was in play prior to November.

    I'd let it sit untouched for months. My objective this go-round is to finish this book, rather than start one.

    And you know what? It's much, much more challenging for me.

    When you start, the whole world is possibility. Anything goes. But 50k in, your possibilities are narrowed. Things have to, you know, make sense.

    So. On we go.

    Much luck to ya, my friend. Glad I'm not in this alone!

    1. You are very much "not alone"... and I can't even imagine trying to write 50K words onto an already existing project--- you're right about it needing to make sense. That's got to be tough...

      I'm kinda digging my seat-of-the-pants routine of the last couple of years. It's been a crazy way to start, but a few thousand random words into it and something eventually clicks and pieces begin to fall into place--- it's amazing, truly!

      Good luck to you as well--- I'm confident we'll both make it across the November 30th finish line, story in hand!


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