NaNoWriMo Day 23

Today I read Scott Westerfeld's pep talk for NaNoWriMo.
It's about how things are a lot messier then what we think.
And I realized for one that this apply to more then writing and plots and second my story is too simple.

Here the link to Scott Westerfeld's pep talk

I forgot that I'm writing about a family, not just the heroine and her grandmother.
Her grandmother is sick.  What are her children feeling and how are they showing those feeling.  I'm not telling the story from their point of view but its still going to be there, in how they act, and treat the other characters including the heroine.

When dealing with family as many people know from going through yesterday with their family, it's messy, can be very messy.  Its why we either love or hate Thanksgiving.  Yeah our family can drive us nuts or keep us sane.

Really need to remember that as I write this story, and a family that nuts and drive the heroine nuts make a more interesting story. Now I have more food for thoughts and more food then my fridge can hold thanks to good old Thanksgiving.

What are your thoughts?

Have a wonderful Christmas shopping season and happy writing,
Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 16 Write Like

Write like this is the only chance you’ll ever get to tell your story. Write out of your comfort zone. Write to challenge and surprise yourself. Write like you have everything to prove, even when you don’t. Especially when you don’t. Write with heart. Write with passion. Write as often as you possibly can.

Jason Aaron 

I found this quote (on twitter I think) in December of last year when I felt I had to prove (to myself mostly) that I was meant to write. 

Jason Aaron is a comic book writer and from Alabama I think I'm more impress that he's a comic book writer from Alabama who made a name for himself, then anytime. 

Anyway...

What I ended up proving was:

I need to write.

I will write no matter what.

I have some writing skill.

I can make through the dreaded middle of the book.

I can make it to the words "the end"

More importantly if I'm meant to write I will write.

Praying before I start writing can't hurt, will help, really is a must.

This whole NaNoWriMo I have forgotten all of these things.

I need to pray or I'll end up staring at the blank white space wondering what to write. 

~Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 12

Today I attended my first write in.  Turn out one of my friends was the one who suggested the coffee shop, I didn't even realized he wrote, but least that he was attempting NaNoWriMo too.

At 6,085 words so far.

No line from the novel tonight maybe another night.

~Annie Laurie

NaNoWriMo Day 10 (An hour late)

NaNoWriMo Day 10

I have been thinking a lot about crushes lately.  For one thing my main character in my story has a crush. 
Yes, it's now fiction no longer about me but there are elements basic on some things I went thougth last year. It's easier to write now that it's fiction and I'm not trying to recall memeries I don't really want to recall.
I wanted to write a romanic comdey but that didn't work out.  Not sure what it's going to turn in to.
I watched Definitely, Maybe a few weeks ago and the song "I've got a crush on you" keep running through my head as I write explain why my MC has a crush.   Also "Call me, Maybe" keep running through my head too but that for another post.

Here is "I've got a crush on you." with Will and Rachel from Definitely, Maybe. (by the way this song is on my NaNoWriMo novel play list)

NaNoWriMo Day 5

For NaNoWriMo I'm still way behind barly wrote a word today.  My aunt ran over from Ga, to get a table out of Gran's house.  We had lunch, helped her and my uncle get the table and they left.

I'm thinking if I can just get my experinces story written, maybe I can use it as an outline for a fiction story.  Maybe I'll write the fiction story better but I got to write the real story first.  Like the Hemingway quote "There nothing to writing but to sit at the typewriter and bleed."

I think I have to find my emotions, my feelings, and find the voice (my voice) to write them.

In a way I found it in poetry, now I need to find it in prose.

All I know is it hurt to write, and when I "come out" of writing I am in  a daze. Also I notice I can't write it at home, alone in my room so I came to the coffee shop (full of people at the moment.) where there are people.

Here is a line from what I've written yesterday and today.
"The morning after this decision , in the small quiet eating area, all the business man and families have had their  free complimentary breakfast and come and gone. Natalie sat at one of the small white round drinking her sweet creamy coffee and picking small bits of a banana muffin, unaware that the decision had been made."

 

NaNoWriMo Day 4

For NaNoWriMo I'm writing about my experiences after Gran's stokes, inspired by my poetry last month.  Turn out its hard to write but I'm going to keep going I just don't think I'm going to write 50,000 words this month.
Come Dec. 1 I'll have pages written I didn't have written Oct. 31.
Oh speaking of Dec. 1 and writing.
A friend of one of my aunts wrote a play making fun of my mama's family, it's titled Alabama Rain and it playing at UNA either Nov. 30 or Dec. 1.

NaNoWriMo Day 3

Yesterday I wrote about the ER visit after my grandmother had a stoke in our hotel room.  I wrote at the coffee shop, got a headache for my trouble.

  Today I tried to jump on into the book, to what I'm calling part 2, after Christmas and the New Year.
Writing about what happened to Gran is draining.

I'm still behind so far I wrote 1,855/5,000 (the NaNoWriMo's goal for today)

NaNoWriMo Day 2

Yesterday I started my NaNoWriMo novel. Working title is Proof of Life. I started with the night I watched my grandmother have a stoke in our hotal room in South Caralina. Only the two of us in the room at the the time, Mama had gone to pay the room bill since we planned to leave early the next morning.
(I would leave you a link but the server is very busy right now and the site's not coming up.)

We had buried one of my uncle-in-laws that morning. He never seemed like an uncle-in-law to me. He was onIe of the few people in my life I could talk to about God and say anything and he cared and listened. I miss him.

Yesterday I wrote about how the worst day of my life got even worst. Today I'm writing about the ER visit.

Here is the fist line of my story (could change after I edit it later) (BTW I named the charater based on me Natalie.)

"Over and over again it played in Natalie's mind like a bad western movie."

734/50,000 words

Annie Laurie