TheOfficial NaNo site has some good
features for keeping track of one's writing and connecting with other authors.
The “Stats” feature charts a writer's total progress, calculates average words
per day, and tells how many words per day a writer will need to finish by the
deadline—it was fun to see my progress, as little as it was. The forums allow
writers to ask and give advice and discuss their work. Another nice feature is
messaging, which allowed me to chat with some of my old IRL writing friends who
have moved away.
In terms of
the actual NaNo-ing itself (I'd
hardly call it novelling), I indeed accomplished what I set out to do, which
was write whatever stories I felt like and get the juices flowing. I managed to
write almost all of “Tale of a White Rabbit” in a single day, and I got some
scenes down for six other projects. Not all of those other projects were very
easy to write or very interesting, which is good to know, as I can now focus my
efforts on the better stories.
That being
the case, I'm not sure I would do
NaNo again, for several reasons, the first being that it's in November,
which is just not conducive to spewing out a novel. Writing 50,000 words in “30
days” is a spurious notion, given that Thanksgiving, plus its weekend, should
be spent with family, not locked away in your room writing (which is how I like
to write). Thus, 27 or so days is more accurate, and I still say summer better
fosters the writing spirit. Summer is full of green, growing things that make
me want to write.
Secondly,
and of far more importance, is the fact that NaNo is just not my writing process. I don't normally keep
track of my words, preferring to just write scene by scene until I'm done with
a chapter. Worse still is the notion that one should just write words and not
edit until the entire first draft is finished. I can't do such a thing (or not
do such a thing?); I can't leave awful, awful writing sitting around, taking up
space and leading to plot holes. I may leave in a bunch of nonsense that has
not yet proved it's worth to the story, but it's going to be well written,
entertaining nonsense, darn it! Bear in mind, this is all coming from someone
who has literally re-written half of her third book four times (that's right, all of the Styx Series is done, so
if I die in a fiery explosion, you'll all still get to finish the story). I
love editing when all the pieces are in place, but I would never get them in
place unless I got rid of the gross, badly fitting ones as I went.
Long story
short, NaNo's devil-may-care
process of writing may work for some people and not others; it may even work
for some novels and not others. It just doesn't work for me. One thing it
really doesn't allow for is thinking. Some people plan out their novels in October,
which is a good idea, but what happens when you run out of ideas mid-November,
or come up against a gaping plot hole, or think of something wildly brilliant
that changes everything, but needs more planning before you can implement it?
I'd estimate that about half of writing isn't writing at all; it’s imagining.
Once you've thought a scene through, or talked about it with someone, or let it
percolate in your mind, it's exceedingly easier to actually write it down in
words. But with NaNo, there's no
time for this percolation, so many people feel a sort of burn out and “lose”,
when what they ought to do is take a break and just think.
Speaking of
which, I did get a lot of thinking done, and also a lot of writing, though I
can't really attribute this to NaNo, as (A) a lot of it neither counted toward my word count
nor was in any way a novel and (B) had its genesis in non- NaNo-esque
activities. I came up with some ideas/drafts for a series of world building blogposts about Miscast Spells, and in my search for my notes on the magic system
the humans use, I discovered a long lost (and quite hilarious) exposition scene
that I inexplicably deleted from the current manuscript (but will somehow bring
back, maybe as a bonus blog post). I also read a bunch of poems that my friend
wrote, which inspired me to write several new poems myself. While hanging out
with my mom and sister over Thanksgiving break, I talked through an idea for a
new story involving fairy-tales and came up with some really cute ideas. And in
the time-honored tradition of many writers (I assume), I fixed a slight (but
glaring) plot hole while thinking in the shower.
I didn't
win NaNo, nor did I really get
much of a start on any new novels. I did, on the other hand, get some new ideas
and let some old ideas percolate. And I even got a little bit of writing done,
here and there, off and on. It was a month well spent.
All great ideas were conceived of in the shower, or the contemporary equivalent. The 200-year stagnation between the Black Plague and Copernicus can be attributed to mindless classicist fetishism—but it could just as well be due to the decline of regular bathing in the aftermath of the Plague.
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