We're to that stage of pre-nano countdown where I'm not thinking in weeks any more, now I'm thinking in days. And I'm getting itchy to start writing. This is when I start plotting, and making notes for myself that I will utterly forget about long before Nano gets here. 

Today's particular waste of time...

Wordle is a fun way to look at something you've already written, and examine how you use language. Not that I have any clue what to make of that. 
Anyway, if you click on the picture up there it'll take you to the website, where you can do your own smash of word-art. This one is from Strange Travels, Book 1: Black Watch which was my NaNo novel for 2012. Book 2: White Dawn will be this years nano novel. Horray for picking up abandoned projects, right? 

<cue deranged laughter> It'll be fine. 

I looked up today and realized it was time for me to write my week three pep-talk for Nano. Which (a) makes for a lovely thought when I've already spent more time on Nano tasks than actually writing today and (b) fills me with a sort of low-grade panic about the fact it's already freaking time to be talking about week three. 

Anyway, as tempting as it was for me to just regurgitate a pep-talk I've done previously for this weeks pep, I didn't do that. Instead I found one I wrote two years ago I'm going to regurgitate on here. It seemed fitting.

Happy week three, I'm sure we're all over-doing the panic. (O.o)



Week Three:

According to the Nano-calendar I downloaded before November, tomorrow is ‘River in Egypt day: 6000 words behind isn’t THAT much’.

Given the fact I’m falling rather depressingly behind on my personal goal, I thought that was fitting. How are the rest of you doing? Did you figure out I was lying about week two getting better as it went? I’ve been crossing my fingers all week that I was right, at least for a few of you.


The thing with week three is…It’s just broken. I’ve never had the same week three two years in a row. Some years it’s an easy glide, and I hit 50k ridiculously early and then finish the book by the end of the week and get to work on something else. One year I found out I was pregnant and didn’t write another word until the 25th. One year I wound up in the hospital at the end of it. This year I’m driving halfway across the country and probably not touching my computer again until the 27th when I get back…


Week three can be the quicksand that waits innocently under that patch of flowers. Just when you think you’re over the hump of week two…WHAM. Or gurgle…whichever seems more appropriate to you. It sucks your feet down and makes you wonder things like ‘but where’s all this going?’ and the dreaded ‘and why would anyone care?’

Questioning the validity of your writing or not, whatever you do, don’t stop! This isn’t the kind of quicksand that slows down when you stop moving. It only sucks you down faster. Write. Even if it’s pages and pages of ‘oh dear great spotted thing in the sky I don’t know what to write.’ Even if it hurts and you know it’s horrible and clearly there is something WRONG with you. Just keep doing it.

Comfort yourself with sunny thoughts of the tropical haven full of six-toed cats and palm trees you’ll get when you sell this monstrous thing (even if you’ve no intention of ever letting it see the light of day again) and keep writing. 


Remember, you can sleep in December. 

Jules


 

I promise It's about writing.

Today is the 29th of October and that means it's Nano time in less than two days. Less than two days!!! I'll wait until you're done panicking, take your time. 

We've had our regional kick off party, and my first 'write-in' of the year where I didn't write more than the title of a project I'm decently sure isn't going to be my nano-novel--more on my inability to get over the hump and pick a freaking plot later--and I've had 387 people asked me about outlining. 

Alright, so that might sort of be an exaggeration. 

There are all sorts of schools of thought about outlining, especially with Nano. Some people are 'pantsers' who sit down on Nov 1st with a vague idea and a blank document and just...go. If that's you, I salute you and your craziness and wish you all the best of luck. I've tried that route before, and I wind up with fifty-thousand words of 'middle' where freaking nothing happens and I hate everyone. 

I'm a plotter. And not in the sense that I have ideas and an outline that vaguely points me in the right direction--if you're the sort of person who gets committed to things once you write them down, that might be the way to go for you--but in the sense that I know exactly what's going to happen in every single scene, complete with snatches of dialogue and maps and genealogical research for my main characters. And I have all that with the complete understanding that at some point the plot will go off in a strange, sideways direction and none of it will apply. It's fine, it doesn't need to end the way I think it's going to end, I just have to have one written down or I don't get past the middle. 

But here's the pitfall with that. I don't always finish the book in November. Sometimes I don't finish the book until the next November. And I promise you no matter how much sense you think your outline notes make, a year down the line they're alien hieroglyphics written by a drunken college student. And that's assuming they made sense in the first place. 

Case in point. Years ago I started a contemporary romance--not my normal genre but it's taken me ten years to get anywhere near actually picking a genre so whatevs--that I intended to pick away at bit by bit in the off season. Back when I was still trying to make myself write actual books outside of Nano events. And it's cute, what I have of it, and once in a while moved by nostalgia or whatever I go back and start reading it again, thinking I'm going to finish the story. I wrote it in Scrivener which oh so helpfully printed out all my outline notes at the chapter heads, when I moved it to Word. And every time I do this, I get to this--

Chapter 27, Scene 1--Lionel Richie's Greatest Hits


I stare at that for ten minutes trying to figure out what in the seven hells I meant. Every. Single. Time. Was that supposed to be on the radio? Does a character discover a sudden fascination with Lionel Richie? I know myself, and I had some spectacular brain-lightening idea that I was absolutely positive I'd never forget so I didn't need to write more of it down than that. It was so brilliant the entire concept of Lionel Richie would forever be linked to it in my brain. 


Sometimes I forget my brain is an easily-distracted hamster.


So, here's my advice on outlining: 

• Experiment, find the method that works best for you because everyone thinks and writes differently. 
• Give your self space to wiggle, if you think you'll get attached to whatever you write-down or you're generally still learning how you outline. 
• If you leave yourself a note, leave it like you're explaining it to a fourth-grader you've never met before.
• For the love of all things holy, if the story changes don't forget to change the outline too.
  

For some strange reason, every time I say the word 'plot' my brain thinks 'grave-site' Best I can tell this comes from me agonizing over the plot to my first novel at the same time my mother was calling me with information on the grave-site's she and my father had purchased and what their plans were.

That, or every October for the past ten years I've been agonizing over the plot I had but didn't like--or just flat didn't have--while everyone else I knew was agonizing over Halloween plans. 

So. It's October 2nd, Nano 2013 is officially off the ground (the website rolled over last night, and if you haven't looked yet you totally should, it's all shiny and sparkly still) and I'm thinking about plot creation, because no matter how many times I've done this I still freeze when someone doing their first Nano asks me where I come up with a plot from. 

The truth is I don't. Not actively, certainly not any more. Now I do things like try and sit down to write a short story and wind up plotting a ten book series. I watch a movie and think 'no, that shouldn't have happened, he/she/it/they should have done this' which you would think would lead to fanfic but rarely does with me for some reason. The plots just happen. All the time, certainly faster than I can manage to write them which leaves me scrambling, trying to get enough information down that I won't lose the thread. 

I fail. A lot (someday I'll tell you the story of 'Lionel Richie's Greatest Hits').

So it's nearing November and it's time to think novels. They seem big, don't they? No matter how many books I plot there's always a moment where I look at my outline and think 'I've got like half a plot here. Crap.' But that's the point of Nano, biting off more than you can chew and learning how to churn through it anyway. 

Which leads us here. Last week I was comparing plots and gritching about fictional people who wouldn't do what I wanted them to with a friend, and we realized something. Everything I write starts at a snowball moment. I think I remember a science show in the 80's calling it 'contact.' The point where everything happens. And more than that, it seems to be the way I see all stories. Maybe the snowball moment isn't the beginning. Maybe it's not even in the book. But to me, it's the point that means everything, and it's the point that directs where everything goes. 

This years advice, when it's time to plot that insane novelling (seriously, ten years and I still can't figure out if that should have two L's or not) adventure? Find a snowball and roll it down the hill. Give it a chance to surprise you.

And then come tell me about it, I love to hear about other people's creations.