I’d had every intention of starting Camp Nanowrimo by now, but events have conspired to keep me from even starting to think about my next project. Last Wednesday, my mother broke—nay, shattered—her ankle while walking on the beach. She is currently recovering from her first surgery and waiting for the second. The first surgery screwed a metal cage onto her leg and foot to hold everything in place. The second will bolt metal plates to her bone, making her a cyborg. This means that I’ve spent most of the last week driving back and forth between Providence and Boston, leading me to wonder why anyone would ever willingly commute to Boston.
Originally I was going to start off Camp Nanowrimo with a bang, making a second attempt at Nanowriday, which I tried and failed at last year. I just want to beat my wordcount from last time. But in order to do that, I have to have a vague idea about what to write. This is always the most fun part of writing—the part when the possibilities are endless. I move back in with my parents on Friday, and hopefully I can steal away from my nursing duties for 24 hours to make a valiant effort at writing 50k words. Or, at the very least, more than 10k.
In other news, I took advantage of the Steam summer sales and picked up a few games for my future procrastination. Tomb Raider, Borderlands 2, The Stanley Parable, The Wolf Among Us, and Civ V: Brave New World. That should help with that whole Camp Nanowrimo thing.
Oh! And before I forget: my fiendish critiquer William has started an epistolary book rec blog at Hey Ashers! If you like YA novels, especially spec fic with queer themes, you might be interested in what Will has to recommend.
So now I’ll get back to melting in the heat and thinking about my next project. I hope it’s not supposed to be this hot the rest of the week, especially on Friday, which is my moving out day. Let’s see what Weather.gov has to say about the forecast.
So the results are in, and NaNoWriDay was a bit of a disappointment. I think in my case it was kind of like trying to run a marathon without any sort of preparation. I could probably have done it, but I should have built up to it.
I ended up with 10,048 words after 18 hours. A great wordcount for a single day, but I’ve done better in less time in the past. In 2009 for NaNoWriMo, my goal was 150,000 words for the month, which meant 5,000 words per day. The first few days were excruciating, but by halfway through the month, I was able to get the 5k done in 2.5 hours. That’s the pace I needed for this.
Anyway, here are the stats, hour by hour:
It’s day whatever of the heat wave, and I’m up to bathing in bathtubs full of ice cubes (okay, not FULL of ice cubes… just one tray’s worth) and drinking gallons of cold brew coffee. But I haven’t installed my air conditioner because wow I hate air conditioners. So I guess I don’t have much right to complain about it.
I’m currently in a stretch of unpaid vacation (my day job is only for ten months of the year). I had been looking forward to this vacation as an opportunity to get a shit-ton of writing done, but naturally that doesn’t happen in reality. Most of my vacation so far has been watching YouTube videos and playing Fable III (it was a free download last week!)
But that’s going to change. I needed a teensy bit of down time and sleeping in all the way to ten a.m., but starting very soon I’m going to get on track for writing. I still intend to do NaNoWriDay. I think I might do it next Tuesday. That means I have a bit of outlining in my future, because I can’t go into that without some sort of plan.
Time for another ice bath.
My summer vacation has officially started, and that means wild and slightly delusional writing goals. I’m doing Camp Nanowrimo again this year. Now, I have done the plain vanilla Nanowrimo every year since 2003. I’ve won 11 years in a row. I even did Script Frenzy back when that was a thing, and won the two years I attempted it. (Turns out screenwriting isn’t really my passion). But Camp Nanowrimo defeats me every time. I think it’s the fact that I have so much free time to do it in, and therefore no discipline whatsoever.
This month I’m toying with the idea of a NaNoWriDay, which is exactly what it sounds like. I could write that fast if I knew exactly what I was going to write, but I’m not that great at planning. It works out to be slightly over 2,000 words an hour for 24 hours. So… we’ll see.
In other news, there has been some drama recently about sexual harassment at writing cons. I can’t really speak to this because I haven’t really done any cons, but many, many people have written about their own experiences. Elise Matthesen wrote How to Report Sexual Harassment, about what happened to her at WisCon. It stresses the importance of making a formal report (if you’re able). More specific information on who exactly to contact can be found here.
Unfortunately I was too busy at the time to bookmark links so many of the interesting links and testimonials that I saw in my tweetstream are long gone by now, but suffice it to say this is not a rare occurrence. The harassers take refuge in the fact that many victims decide not to make formal reports, or don’t want to link their name to their report for fear of professional reprisals. An understandable concern, but as Elise says, many publishers will not stand behind sexual harassment, no matter how big a name the harasser may have.
Now it’s time for me to be off and plan my Camp Nanowrimo. (Shhh I know it started yesterday).