To All the Brave Wrimos

To All the Brave Wrimos feature imageThis is for you brave Wrimos out there who are hammering away at your very own 50k (or more, if you’re one of Those).

We’re here at Day 16, just over the halfway hump. (Well, for you nocturnal writers, it’s still Day 15, but for all the rest of you, we’re in the early breaths of Day 16.)

Some of you are well beyond your goals, glorying at 40k or more. Congrats! You are officially insane and/or amazing. Ya’ll can stop reading now. This for the fairly normal peeps (fairly being the operative word).

Some of you are struggling, having fallen days behind because your Muse abandoned you when daylight dawned on Day 3. Or you lost your plot shortly after 10k. Or suddenly, your book is about some minor character you didn’t know existed until twenty pages in. Or you got a late start and are still playing catch-up, but the dog died and the baby is throwing up everywhere. Or your keyboard bid you farewell, and you’ve written the last 3k on your basic flip phone.

Regardless of the details, whatever has befallen is dragging you down. You’re wondering if it’s worth the stiff fingers and crusty eyes. You don’t know how much longer your body can operate on coffee and Cheetos. You’re thinking about changing careers so that you can synthesize pure, injectable caffeine. You’re thinking about quitting.


Please, don’t.

I’m here to tell you never give up, never surrender.

I did NaNo last year. I’ve been where you are. The stress of normal life compounded by the story that you’re fighting to get on paper. The days when you to bed two hours before you have to get up. The nights when you’ve got a load of homework, and still have to try to reach your word count. The afternoons when you’re falling asleep at work.

While I’m not slaying 50,000 words this month, I’m here, at 1:30 am, popping Hershey’s chocolate nuggets like they’re oxygen between gulps of my sparkling grape juice. I’ve already tanked down on all my gummy bears, and I’m in that weird half-light place that’s just before hysteria. I’m doing this as a show of solidarity and to tell you not to give up.

Regardless of the outcome, you’ve endeavored to do something that makes most people I know blanch with fear. If you write 120k or 20k this month, you wrote something. You tried. My point is, get an A for effort. Don’t write 20k because you give up. Write 20k because it’s the best you’ve got right now.

So what your plot wandered off? Rough drafts are supposed to be a time of discovery. When you lose your plot, you find new loves, new villains, new victories, new losses, new places.

Here’s what makes a breakneck rough draft fearless: revisions and editing can fix just about anything.

So, kill the character.

Make those two fall in love.

Have them lose that battle.

This the best time to bold and incomprehensible and wild.

So make it so.

Finish it.


Rosalie, the girl in the fox hole

A Note to Followers: Some of you may have gathered that I’m not doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, but who ever says the whole thing?) this year. For those of you hadn’t gathered thus: I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year.

Time itself has been against me for a few months now, and if I did NaNo, well… the world would crumble around my ears. Trust me, I’m bummed. On the bummer scale, it’s like when Frodo got stabbed with a Morgul blade on Weathertop. Yeah, it’s that bad. I can feel the poison turning me into a wraith and everything.

Anyway, “normal” posts are returning to a fox hole near you.

NaNoWriMo 2014 – I Survived

Frosty fall felicitations, dear Followers!

As you may (or may not…) have noticed, I have been silent (some of you think of it as a blessed silence) for the duration of November.  I know it must have distressed you all when you checked your inbox once more only to find it lacking an email from Not All By My Lonesome.

Never fear.

I have returned at last.

I was on the thirty day journey of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for those of you who forgot, and had no time whatsoever for frivolities such as blogging (for those of you who only read this blog because you’re friends or family and if you don’t read all my posts then I pester you about it FOREVER because I take this blog too seriously, blogging is frippery only in comparison to the noble pursuit of novelling).

I have returned at last, and I have returned victorious!…. More or less.

For those of you who need reminding (meaning: you had a pile-up of my blog emails and deleted them all without reading them), NaNoWriMo is thirty days of literary abandon.  People all over the country participate in it, and this was my first year.  The goal is to write 50,000 in one month.  Specifically, one is supposed to write the entire first draft of one’s novel in the month of November.

Well, I wrote 50,044 words with little problems; in fact, I hit 50k three days before the deadline.  Yaaayyyyyy, right?  More or less.  The problem is that I’m only halfway through my novel.  Seeing as the earth insists on continuing to turn despite my desires, I was unable to complete my novel because apparently it’s not sustainable for one such as I to do nothing but write all day.

So, it’s only a partial win because now I’ll have to wrangle up some sort of deadline for myself which I most likely will blow off and end up spending the next twelve months “finishing” my novel when I’ll really be surfing Pinterest for pictures that make me think of my novel, despondently rereading the first half of my novel, and whining to you all about how I’m still working on my novel (yeah, you can’t wait for those wailing posts).

BUT, my NaNoWriMo experience.

It was fantastic.  I did most of my writing after everyone in the family had gone to sleep (because chores, school, and family time are important for some reason).

The first 15 days, I staunchly refused to reward myself for reaching word goals.  Chocolate was incredibly tempting, but I held fast because popping in a Dove every 100 words would not  be good for my already luxurious waistline. However, on November 15, I caved.  Those Doves were just too tempting.  And, I told myself, I needed the caffeine, sugar, blah, blah, blah to fuel my words.

And then things escalated snack-wise.

Four bottles of frappucino from WalMart, one bag of dark chocolate Doves, one bag of milk chocolate Doves, a package of beef jerky, an entire Thanksgiving weekend, and two bottles of sparkling grape juice later, November ended.

And then there were my numerous books and such that I had to have on hand: my two baby names books, my “R” notebook (it’s called the “R” notebook for Romance, Ryll, and Retellings), my sketchbook (for my reference maps of Ryll), my purse notebook, and my “Word Lover’s Delight” from the library.

And then there were my beeswax candles and matches. :)  Yes, matches and candles.  Those blessed gifts from above.  It’s mental thing for me; “Candles feed my muse, blah, blah, blah,” and other nonsense that I tell myself so that I have a chance to play with fire and be a pryo child be warmed by a flame.

As for writing buddies, I had one.  There were several people in the NaNo 2014 Facebook group that I was a part of, but I don’t really know any of them.  So my buddy was (and still is) my good friend Miranda.  She put up with all my crazed texts about how I was distraught, borderline hysterical, or just down right depressed.  She must have endless springs of patience because I pestered her about word wars and her word count (I seriously wonder if I knew how to text anything besides: “What’s your word count?”). To put it simply, she’s a saint, and I wouldn’t have made it through without her.

So, dear Followers, I continue on my journey of writing Truly‘s sequel (come now, you knew I was going to bring Truly up at some point).  Little bursts about NaNo 2014 will most likely come out over the next few months as I remember things (word count envy, word count debt, word count depression, writer’s block, more word count envy, the endless 30,000s, etc.), but for now, you can rest assured that this post is over.

Tally ho!

~ Rosalie