NI NaNoWrimo Week 4
Hello there. I'm out of NaNoWrimo: 45,000 words in a month. Booze, please.
It was... you know how in Superman 2 General Zod was made to spend all eternity living in a sheet of glass that spun through space... a month of that. Like a butterfly out on loan, writer on the storm. After a terrible third week fortunes turned. I wrote quicker, often straight to laptop. Once I even wrote 4,000 words in a day, a personal best. An uplifting, satisfying Week 4.
Aye, thirty days, often sixteen hour days. Don't picture it. My bottle of Jim Beam wasn't sitting capped waiting for me.
It was like in Mary Poppins, no Bedknobs and Broomsticks, yes more Angela Lansbury: the coffee levitated, kettle clicked on, coffee mug mysteriously full and the next, empty! I got up to make another and there was a knock at the door. Floating right there was a jar of hot chocolate and a bag of marshmallows. Then there was the time the gas went out and I had to collect up all the rare spider's webs and sell them to a collector. And the day I bought a fifteen foot long cigarette. I had to open the window to get it into the flat.
Core support group of Municipal Liason @OrbZine and @Hollie_Myles_85 were at Morton Community Centre during the final week with two other NaNo folk. Tiredness meant I left early, and for the same I couldn't attend the wrap party. When midnight on the 30th came round Jim Beam and I checked into a live Q&A with James Roberts on Instagram. James writes Lost Light, or did: it's come to an end after an eight year journey. He was generous with his time and words and it was a full treat.
Hollie is still working on her MS and I plan on going back to mine in a few days. It's been a wonderful experience meeting writers, supporters, and twenty odd fictional characters who have loved, infuriated and surprised me. For my Patreon subscribers I'll release a scene from the Nano draft before Christmas.
It was... you know how in Superman 2 General Zod was made to spend all eternity living in a sheet of glass that spun through space... a month of that. Like a butterfly out on loan, writer on the storm. After a terrible third week fortunes turned. I wrote quicker, often straight to laptop. Once I even wrote 4,000 words in a day, a personal best. An uplifting, satisfying Week 4.
Aye, thirty days, often sixteen hour days. Don't picture it. My bottle of Jim Beam wasn't sitting capped waiting for me.
It was like in Mary Poppins, no Bedknobs and Broomsticks, yes more Angela Lansbury: the coffee levitated, kettle clicked on, coffee mug mysteriously full and the next, empty! I got up to make another and there was a knock at the door. Floating right there was a jar of hot chocolate and a bag of marshmallows. Then there was the time the gas went out and I had to collect up all the rare spider's webs and sell them to a collector. And the day I bought a fifteen foot long cigarette. I had to open the window to get it into the flat.
Core support group of Municipal Liason @OrbZine and @Hollie_Myles_85 were at Morton Community Centre during the final week with two other NaNo folk. Tiredness meant I left early, and for the same I couldn't attend the wrap party. When midnight on the 30th came round Jim Beam and I checked into a live Q&A with James Roberts on Instagram. James writes Lost Light, or did: it's come to an end after an eight year journey. He was generous with his time and words and it was a full treat.
Hollie is still working on her MS and I plan on going back to mine in a few days. It's been a wonderful experience meeting writers, supporters, and twenty odd fictional characters who have loved, infuriated and surprised me. For my Patreon subscribers I'll release a scene from the Nano draft before Christmas.
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