Things I Learned in November
It is possible to write 50,000 words in 30 days and create a (somewhat convoluted) story with a beginning, middle, and end.
Some of those words might actually be salvageable. But I won’t know till I give it a proper read, and that’s not gonna happen till after Christmas.
I can finish something I begin, within a designated timeframe, and not have it be for someone else.
When you shove a ball gag into your inner critics’ mouth, shove him in a body bag and toss him into the Anne Frank room, amazing things can happen.
Starting over where you left off is only slightly easier than starting on a blank page.
When you stop thinking about what you’re going to write and just write it, interesting (and sometimes amusing) things end up on the page.
Picking up where you left off two days ago is much harder than picking up from yesterday.
You can get 100 words written in a notebook within 5 tube stops. You might not remember what you scribbled, but it adds towards your final word count.
I type much faster than I write, and counting handwritten words is boring.
I end up with very dialogue-heavy scenes, which makes me wonder if I should try my hand at playwriting.
When in doubt, introduce a journalist character who wants to interview existing characters about their hopes, dreams and desires.
I finish bigger chunks of writing in coffee shops and pubs than I do at my kitchen table or upstairs in the always-too-cluttered “writer’s loft*”.
It’s easier to watch CSI reruns than write fiction.
I have a new story idea that’s been swimming around while I’ve been writing the nano novel. The folks in my writing workshop think it’s a really good idea and I’m starting to flesh it out it this Monday.
* You might remember that as the “job search oasis.”