Guest post by your lovely admin, Agent Double Oh Zero.
Good morning/afternoon/evening/night, Stevians and followers! This, by the way, is NOT a real blog post, NOT a real pep talk, and NOT, in fact, anything very much in particular except an affirmation to those lost souls wandering in from all corners of the internet that this blog is not in fact a cyberspace desert wasteland. To kick off our very first blog post and also the NaNoWriMo Panic Party and Doom’N’Gloomatorium, we have a lovely musical number.
There was a time when muses were kind.
When their nitpicks were soft,
And their thoughts exciting.
There was a time I didn’t mind
Getting it wrong,
For wrong was right writing.
There was a time
Then it all went wrong.
I screamed in dreams that NaNo’s nigh,
When tears ran dry
I know my muse will never fly,
I dream plot comes, and this clock’s ticking.
But I was young, my drafts unmade.
I filled my blog with endless chatter.
There was no castle to fall and fade,
No characters dead, no hope to shatter
But the doubts, they come at night,
Blight your brain and cramp your fingers,
As they rip your darlings apart
And they turn your book to slime.
I typed from fall to winter time,
And filled my notebook with snips that lingered
In my mind with nauseous rhyme
But they were gone when NaNo came.
But still I hope words come to me
That this story will be polished
But for that I’ll wait and see
Hell, now I just hope I finish
Now NaNo panic’s got me fit to scream.
-The lyrics of ‘I Dreamed A Dream’ from Les Miserables were COMPATIBLE. They have now been UPGRADED by Agent Double Oh Zero
I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m having a rough start to my NaNoWriMo. I fleshed out characters. I actually spent more time on my world than merely deciding to pants. I outlined hard. This was my October.
For October, that’s fine, but one thing they never tell you is that November requires a complete change of mentality. Suddenly you’re switching from administrator to crazed penmonkey. I want so badly to actually finish this month, but I know I couldn’t write a word until I consciously decided to ignore my outline. Then I spat out some 600 words, which I didn’t immediately want to trash. Don’t get me wrong, the outline helped. It gave me a rough starting point. So to those of you just starting, it’s time to let go of your doubts. Time to let go of conscious control, no matter how badly you want to control the details. As Ms. Frizzle would say, it’s time to take chances! Make mistakes! GET MESSY!
I know I may never be ready to be brilliant, but I think I am prepared to suck wonderfully.
How’s it going for everyone else so far?