Camp Nano strikes again. I didn't do so hot last go around, but I have confidence that this month will go well. For one thing, I've opted out of a cabin. My cabin last time was painfully inactive, and seeing how many people had a word count of zero fooled me into complacency when I hadn't hit my goals. I'm also so close to getting this section of my edits done, and it's embarrassing how long I've already let it laze around.
Once again I'm going to spend Nano editing, and I've set my rebel challenge for working for 50 hours. I'll pretend 1 hour=1,000 words and keep track on the website like that. I'm aiming to work an hour and forty minutes every day: an hour editing the Firebird story, a half hour on the blog, and ten minutes writing on a couple short things I have in mind. Why not just do the full hour and forty minutes on the Firebird story? Because the blog and the writing projects ought to get done too, and I just know if I don't make space for them, I'm going to do them first and then not do my edits, or I'll do my edits and be too tired for the other things. Kind of against the point of Nano, but I honestly don't care at this point in my life.
(This week I had to start telling my baby "no," as he's figured out how to climb onto the chair, the onto the table, and from there turn up the volume on the stereo to deafening levels. Rock! Also this week, he figured out that he doesn't like not being able to do exactly what he wants whenever he wants it, and started shrieking whenever I told him "no." Too bad, because that's a lesson he's going to learn early.)
Why am I spending a half hour every day on the blog? Geez, does it really take that long to write these posts? No. I have a backlog of books I've read but have yet to review, so I have quite a few posts to write.
As for the short things I'm working on, you'll have to stay tuned.
Anyone else doing Camp Nano? What's your goal? What's your favorite camp activity?
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December 1, 2015
NaNo Review
I consider this National Novel Writing Month a success, even if the official website doesn't. I hit my goal of 30,000 words. I stayed confident and compassionate. And, most importantly, I established some good routines that work with my new lifestyle.
I missed a few days in there. Thanksgiving happened and so did some other day where I had no time and then got too tired. I logged onto the site to see I was 2,000 words behind plus the thousand for the day, and I set about making it up. "I can do it," I said. "I'm amazing!" I then proceeded to not do it. I made my daily 1,000 word goal, but 3,000 was not going to happen. "Tomorrow," I said. "I'll do it tomorrow. I haven't lost any ground." The next day I didn't do it either. The day after that I got frustrated. "Would I still be happy with myself if I changed my goal to 28,000 words?" No. I wouldn't. "Well, okay. Let's accept that this deficit exists. If I spread it out over the remaining days, how much to I have to write every day to hit the 30,000 word goal in the days I have left?" Turned out it was 1,666. (Or close enough. It was like 1,672.) "You mean the NaNo word goal that everyone else is doing?" Yep. "Wow! I can do that. I'm amazing!"
Turned out that the timing worked out really well. With Thanksgiving, my husband had a few days at home and decided he was going to take over the baby's afternoon nap. Maybe the baby would sleep in his bassinet if someone other than me put him there. Worth a shot. Turns out he won't sleep in his bassinet, even if someone other than me puts him there. However, he ended up sleeping on my husband instead of on me, giving me nap time with both hands free and a couple hours to write.
I won't bore you with more news on my baby's clinginess or his terrible napping habits.
I will tell you that after that day of frustration--a definite low point for the month--I came back strong. And not just in terms of word count. The writing also improved. I've been asking myself why this is. I'm definitely getting to "the good part" where things start to fall apart for our hero. Scenes are more dramatic, more lyrical, more emotional. But I don't know why the emotion was completely absent in earlier scenes and here now. It is supposed to get more dramatic, but not by that much.
It could be that the middle of my story is saggy, and now that I'm getting into the home stretch, where instead of setting up the dominoes like I was earlier, I'm now knocking them down. The prose flows, the word count comes faster, it's easier to tap into the emotion.
It could also be that I've been painfully out of practice. My writing muscles had all atrophied and it took three and a half weeks of NaNo for me to build back some muscle.
I don't know, but I need to keep this momentum rolling into December. The plan is to keep up this pace of 1,000 words a day until I leave for my holiday road trip. At that point, I'll reassess how much I want to write during the trip.
I missed a few days in there. Thanksgiving happened and so did some other day where I had no time and then got too tired. I logged onto the site to see I was 2,000 words behind plus the thousand for the day, and I set about making it up. "I can do it," I said. "I'm amazing!" I then proceeded to not do it. I made my daily 1,000 word goal, but 3,000 was not going to happen. "Tomorrow," I said. "I'll do it tomorrow. I haven't lost any ground." The next day I didn't do it either. The day after that I got frustrated. "Would I still be happy with myself if I changed my goal to 28,000 words?" No. I wouldn't. "Well, okay. Let's accept that this deficit exists. If I spread it out over the remaining days, how much to I have to write every day to hit the 30,000 word goal in the days I have left?" Turned out it was 1,666. (Or close enough. It was like 1,672.) "You mean the NaNo word goal that everyone else is doing?" Yep. "Wow! I can do that. I'm amazing!"
Turned out that the timing worked out really well. With Thanksgiving, my husband had a few days at home and decided he was going to take over the baby's afternoon nap. Maybe the baby would sleep in his bassinet if someone other than me put him there. Worth a shot. Turns out he won't sleep in his bassinet, even if someone other than me puts him there. However, he ended up sleeping on my husband instead of on me, giving me nap time with both hands free and a couple hours to write.
I won't bore you with more news on my baby's clinginess or his terrible napping habits.
I will tell you that after that day of frustration--a definite low point for the month--I came back strong. And not just in terms of word count. The writing also improved. I've been asking myself why this is. I'm definitely getting to "the good part" where things start to fall apart for our hero. Scenes are more dramatic, more lyrical, more emotional. But I don't know why the emotion was completely absent in earlier scenes and here now. It is supposed to get more dramatic, but not by that much.
It could be that the middle of my story is saggy, and now that I'm getting into the home stretch, where instead of setting up the dominoes like I was earlier, I'm now knocking them down. The prose flows, the word count comes faster, it's easier to tap into the emotion.
It could also be that I've been painfully out of practice. My writing muscles had all atrophied and it took three and a half weeks of NaNo for me to build back some muscle.
I don't know, but I need to keep this momentum rolling into December. The plan is to keep up this pace of 1,000 words a day until I leave for my holiday road trip. At that point, I'll reassess how much I want to write during the trip.
November 15, 2015
NaNo Update Week 2
Things are still going well. Being forgiving of myself is still working very well. I've
realized that if I get to 30,000 words this month, I'll have felt
accomplished. This is 1,000 words a day, which is completely doable if I
have an hour to myself. It also means I'm right on track. The outline is also still working well. I'm about to finish two pages of an eight page outline. So that means if I stay at this pace, I'll get it done the end of December (or middle of January with traveling for the holidays). Writing on my phone has gotten better over the last few days, but it's still not ideal and I've found that I'm much less likely to be in the mood to write on my phone than I am likely to be in the mood to write at night when I'm tired.
I'm not sure how well being motivated is work for me. This is unexpected since I figured being excited to write is always a good thing. Turns out it's a good thing when I can scrounge up the time to write. But if I can't find the time, the excitement starts to bubble into an itch--a build up of creative energy without an outlet. And then it turns into guilt. I really could do the full 1,667 words if I would just suck it up and stay up another half hour. Or Why am I not writing on my phone right now? This is precious time that I'm wasting, even if I would have to spend it with a tiny key board. So it's turned into a war between being motivated and being forgiving. Thankfully, the forgiveness is winning so far.
On Thursday, I took the baby to a write-in at the Edgewater Workbench, which is a workshop for artist. It smells pleasantly of wood shavings and hot glue. It was a really low key affair, just my friend, Jim, and the two people that own the shop. The baby and I came in, made introductions, and caught up a bit. The baby sat in his sling, staring at the 3D printer as it jerked back and forth. With the first onset of fussiness, I turned him around to sit in my lap where he could use his distracting cartoon eyes to stare at Jim. Then Pooh Bear came out. Pooh Bear makes more jingling noises than Jim and was more readily accessible for gnawing, and was therefore far more interesting. Then we were out of distractions and, with the next wave of fussiness, had to leave. I clocked our write-in time at 45 minutes.
Jim apologized that it wasn't more productive, which confused me because that was the longest I'd been able to sit and write in weeks despite the distractions of catching up with Jim and asking the baby, "What do you see? Yeah, that 3D printer's pretty cool." I also met about half my word goal for the day. I wasn't upset at all, and I felt accomplished rather than regretful or itchy.
Oh how my life has changed.
We ended up getting a shout out on NaNoWriPod. I feel famous.
Jim pointed out that I do this weird thing with NaNo where I'll stick with the project and finish off the draft after November, then go back and edit it. It's been kicking around in the background of these posts, but I've never explicitly stated that that's one of my NaNo goals. This doesn't end in November. It starts in November.
I'm not sure how well being motivated is work for me. This is unexpected since I figured being excited to write is always a good thing. Turns out it's a good thing when I can scrounge up the time to write. But if I can't find the time, the excitement starts to bubble into an itch--a build up of creative energy without an outlet. And then it turns into guilt. I really could do the full 1,667 words if I would just suck it up and stay up another half hour. Or Why am I not writing on my phone right now? This is precious time that I'm wasting, even if I would have to spend it with a tiny key board. So it's turned into a war between being motivated and being forgiving. Thankfully, the forgiveness is winning so far.
On Thursday, I took the baby to a write-in at the Edgewater Workbench, which is a workshop for artist. It smells pleasantly of wood shavings and hot glue. It was a really low key affair, just my friend, Jim, and the two people that own the shop. The baby and I came in, made introductions, and caught up a bit. The baby sat in his sling, staring at the 3D printer as it jerked back and forth. With the first onset of fussiness, I turned him around to sit in my lap where he could use his distracting cartoon eyes to stare at Jim. Then Pooh Bear came out. Pooh Bear makes more jingling noises than Jim and was more readily accessible for gnawing, and was therefore far more interesting. Then we were out of distractions and, with the next wave of fussiness, had to leave. I clocked our write-in time at 45 minutes.
Jim apologized that it wasn't more productive, which confused me because that was the longest I'd been able to sit and write in weeks despite the distractions of catching up with Jim and asking the baby, "What do you see? Yeah, that 3D printer's pretty cool." I also met about half my word goal for the day. I wasn't upset at all, and I felt accomplished rather than regretful or itchy.
Oh how my life has changed.
We ended up getting a shout out on NaNoWriPod. I feel famous.
Jim pointed out that I do this weird thing with NaNo where I'll stick with the project and finish off the draft after November, then go back and edit it. It's been kicking around in the background of these posts, but I've never explicitly stated that that's one of my NaNo goals. This doesn't end in November. It starts in November.
November 8, 2015
NaNo Week One Update
I'm one week into National Novel Writing Month, so this is a good time to do an assessment of how I'm doing.
Quantitative assesments are pretty easy for Nano, what with all the graphs and stats they give to show word count. But one of the steps of my four step plan of attack for this year is to be compassionate and forgiving to myself. I'm making progress. I made an effort. So way to go me! Great job!
I'm kind of impressed that this is working so well. I don't feel horribly guilty for how far behind I am or how horribly awful my product is, and I don't feel frustrated with my life and my family and my writing. That's better than some of my non-Nano months.
Planning ahead of time has also worked out surprisingly well so far. Every time I sit down to write, I check my outline, and I can see exactly what I'm going to write for the next half hour. I've gone into my outline a few times to make some additions--little things that became clearer as I was writing--but I haven't made any drastic changes and no changes to anything I've already written. The research I did before hand also helped, but not in that it's all done and usable now. It's helping more because I did my research and then told myself I was done for November, and now when new things crop up that I didn't realize I would need to investigate, I'm SOL because research time is over. Again, I'm kind of baffled that I've been able to let it go. That's not like me. But then again,iIt helps that I'm so strapped for time that there's just no way I'm going to manage to fool around on Wikipedia for ten minutes. And by ten minutes, I mean an hour.
What's interesting is I think this is the closest I've ever been to doing Nano as the Official Nano Gods intended. In previous years, I've had hours every day to write, so I've polished as I went along, taking my time to make the tone and the meter work for me, going back to incorporate my blossoming ideas. But this year I have maybe a half hour before the baby wakes up and decides that he can't be in this coffee place for one more second, or before my husband comes into the bedroom where I've set up my laptop and closed the door for the illusion of an effective work space and says, "I've got a hungry baby!" There is no editing. There is no staring off into space to find the perfect phrasing. There is just a mad dash to get as much down as I can. There's just the cycle of setting Write or Die for 500 words for 30 minutes, then vomiting up sentences so the screen doesn't turn red. Sometimes they're sentences. Sometimes I don't even manage that.
It's by far the worst first draft I've ever written.
It's just awful. When I edit this thing in January, it's going to be a mess. A painful, frustrating mess. I'm going to have to relive this horror--or live it for the first time because right now I'm not even giving it the time to settle. Tone, diction, exposition, epic dullness. You name it and it's a problem. Today I wrote, "There was a fire metaphor in there somewhere, but he couldn't think of it," and then I wrote two hundred more words of equally stupid garbage. It would be embarrassing if anyone read it, which they will over my dead body after they've figured out my laptop password and puzzled through which Untitled Document is the one I've updated most recently.
Quantitative assesments are pretty easy for Nano, what with all the graphs and stats they give to show word count. But one of the steps of my four step plan of attack for this year is to be compassionate and forgiving to myself. I'm making progress. I made an effort. So way to go me! Great job!
I'm kind of impressed that this is working so well. I don't feel horribly guilty for how far behind I am or how horribly awful my product is, and I don't feel frustrated with my life and my family and my writing. That's better than some of my non-Nano months.
Planning ahead of time has also worked out surprisingly well so far. Every time I sit down to write, I check my outline, and I can see exactly what I'm going to write for the next half hour. I've gone into my outline a few times to make some additions--little things that became clearer as I was writing--but I haven't made any drastic changes and no changes to anything I've already written. The research I did before hand also helped, but not in that it's all done and usable now. It's helping more because I did my research and then told myself I was done for November, and now when new things crop up that I didn't realize I would need to investigate, I'm SOL because research time is over. Again, I'm kind of baffled that I've been able to let it go. That's not like me. But then again,iIt helps that I'm so strapped for time that there's just no way I'm going to manage to fool around on Wikipedia for ten minutes. And by ten minutes, I mean an hour.
What's interesting is I think this is the closest I've ever been to doing Nano as the Official Nano Gods intended. In previous years, I've had hours every day to write, so I've polished as I went along, taking my time to make the tone and the meter work for me, going back to incorporate my blossoming ideas. But this year I have maybe a half hour before the baby wakes up and decides that he can't be in this coffee place for one more second, or before my husband comes into the bedroom where I've set up my laptop and closed the door for the illusion of an effective work space and says, "I've got a hungry baby!" There is no editing. There is no staring off into space to find the perfect phrasing. There is just a mad dash to get as much down as I can. There's just the cycle of setting Write or Die for 500 words for 30 minutes, then vomiting up sentences so the screen doesn't turn red. Sometimes they're sentences. Sometimes I don't even manage that.
It's by far the worst first draft I've ever written.
It's just awful. When I edit this thing in January, it's going to be a mess. A painful, frustrating mess. I'm going to have to relive this horror--or live it for the first time because right now I'm not even giving it the time to settle. Tone, diction, exposition, epic dullness. You name it and it's a problem. Today I wrote, "There was a fire metaphor in there somewhere, but he couldn't think of it," and then I wrote two hundred more words of equally stupid garbage. It would be embarrassing if anyone read it, which they will over my dead body after they've figured out my laptop password and puzzled through which Untitled Document is the one I've updated most recently.
October 26, 2015
Too Many Concepts in the Kitchen
Last week when I made my outline, it turned funny pretty quickly and I started thinking about this blog post. Thankfully, I've made some breakthroughs since then and I get to ultimately talk about those.
A while back, I had a premise that was not enough to support a whole novel. Then I had another idea, and again not for lack of trying) I couldn't extend it into a novel. Maybe a short story. Or a song. And THEN I had a third idea for a novel that I probably could have written, but it turned boring what with being so flimsy and I lost interest. Even after weeks spent flushing out motivations and back stories, side characters and wold building, these ideas stayed skeletal. I had a surplus of ideas and I kept shifting them to the back burner in hopes one day a brainwave would strike to flush out one of them.
It was at this point that I realized that I had five stories going at the same time and aside from being a logistical mess, they felt wholly separate from each other. Each story arc happened to the same characters at the same time, but they had little effect on one another. One had a mythical monster; one had a serial killer. Even if I wrote it all in the same book, it wouldn't be one story.
A while back, I had a premise that was not enough to support a whole novel. Then I had another idea, and again not for lack of trying) I couldn't extend it into a novel. Maybe a short story. Or a song. And THEN I had a third idea for a novel that I probably could have written, but it turned boring what with being so flimsy and I lost interest. Even after weeks spent flushing out motivations and back stories, side characters and wold building, these ideas stayed skeletal. I had a surplus of ideas and I kept shifting them to the back burner in hopes one day a brainwave would strike to flush out one of them.
And a brainwave I got: what if I rolled them all together into one story? Ben from story 3 replaces Hank in story 1, changing his motivations and changing his name to Trip. Hank from story 1 then becomes a side character named Ben. The guy from story 2 gets genderbent and the little girl from stories 2 and 3 get melded together. Then I do all the plots at once. Now that's a story!
I'm sure you will spot the problem I ran into faster than I did.
The first thing I did while outlining was to make a chart, diagramming the story strands, giving each storyline its own color of gel pen, putting each in order, then grouping them with events from other storylines that happen at the same time.
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| This is madness. Cthulhu wrote this. |
I actually didn't set out to fix this immediately.
I set out to fix a list of plot holes and things I hadn't settled yet. Why is the plot line about the curse even happening? Why would the serial killer show up at the climax? Big problems, but almost expected at this early stage.
My breakthrough was this: I started fixing these plot holes using the other plotlines. Why is he cursed? Because a mythical monster hates him. Things got knotted together. Then things got streamlined. The little girl(s) became a dog. A big chunk of the serial murder story (including the woman who was the serial killer) got scrapped and replaced with "that guy from another plotline did it."
Furthermore, while thinking about these plot holes, I started to see thematic similarities across story arcs. This makes sense as I came up with all these concepts during the same period of my life. These similarities could be expanded upon to bind them tighter. Then I thought about the tone, how the main character is purposefully taking on too many things in order to stay busy and distract himself. So I can use that chaotic feeling of jumping from one issue to the next to drive that home before the plotlines start interweaving.
In short, all the different branches of a story have to support one another. They can't just come together, but they have to work together like a great sport team or the members of an orchestra. I think I've got this in good shape, or at least in good enough shape that I can work on it.
In short, all the different branches of a story have to support one another. They can't just come together, but they have to work together like a great sport team or the members of an orchestra. I think I've got this in good shape, or at least in good enough shape that I can work on it.
October 21, 2015
I'm Big Enough to Admit When I'm Wrong. And Rude Enough to Admit I Thought you were Wrong.
Lots of people I know swear by outlining. They say that especially for National Novel Writing Month, you have to know exactly what you're going to write before hand, so when you sit down to write, you'll know exactly what you're doing and it will flow like a mighty river of printer ink.
The pieces I have outlined before were all articles in list form ("Seven Ways to Be a Helicopter Parent") or junior high papers where I had to have an intro, three arguments, and a conclusion, and I just slotted arguments into place. In junior high this was stifling and no one bothered to explain the benefits of presenting a clear argument, what we were actually learning with a five paragraph essay, or why nothing we read ever looked like what we wrote. So when people talk about outlining fiction, my first thought is that chart of rising and falling action, where you would insert plot point one and plot point two and plot point three, which has the same issues as outlining a persuasive essay.
I've looked at outlining like it's sucking the magic out of the process. I've always discovered a story as I write it. The more time I spend working on it, the more I learn about the characters, the more the world unfolds, the more plot puzzles snap into place. I've heard writing a novel compared to a romance: there's a get to know you phase and a magical phase and a phase where you hate each other. At the beginning, you're strangers, so how could I possibly know what I'm going to write enough to outline?
Clearly, I did not understand. I apologize to all my outlining friends. You're not as crazy as I always thought you were but never mentioned so we could stay friends.
I learned this week that I can outline the same way I write. That's to say I can start with the main plot points that I know well, then put them in order and quilt them together, adding smaller events around them, things that need to happen before them, tension that needs to build and release. If I make the outline detailed enough, I can learn about the characters and the plot as I outline, and then go back and alter things acordingly. The outline isn't written in stone, and I can cycle through it, adjusting and expanding, adjusting and expanding.
My friends probably already knew this obvious bit of insight, and now think I'm really stupid for not already knowing that. Kind of the same way I thought they were weird for outlining. Now we're even.
Water is wet, y'all!
I now have five iterations of an outline, each more detailed and filled in and flowing than the last. I have a list of issues that I can already tell are going to be problems, a list of people and things that need names, and a list of research I need to do before I write in any detail.
The pieces I have outlined before were all articles in list form ("Seven Ways to Be a Helicopter Parent") or junior high papers where I had to have an intro, three arguments, and a conclusion, and I just slotted arguments into place. In junior high this was stifling and no one bothered to explain the benefits of presenting a clear argument, what we were actually learning with a five paragraph essay, or why nothing we read ever looked like what we wrote. So when people talk about outlining fiction, my first thought is that chart of rising and falling action, where you would insert plot point one and plot point two and plot point three, which has the same issues as outlining a persuasive essay.
I've looked at outlining like it's sucking the magic out of the process. I've always discovered a story as I write it. The more time I spend working on it, the more I learn about the characters, the more the world unfolds, the more plot puzzles snap into place. I've heard writing a novel compared to a romance: there's a get to know you phase and a magical phase and a phase where you hate each other. At the beginning, you're strangers, so how could I possibly know what I'm going to write enough to outline?
Clearly, I did not understand. I apologize to all my outlining friends. You're not as crazy as I always thought you were but never mentioned so we could stay friends.
I learned this week that I can outline the same way I write. That's to say I can start with the main plot points that I know well, then put them in order and quilt them together, adding smaller events around them, things that need to happen before them, tension that needs to build and release. If I make the outline detailed enough, I can learn about the characters and the plot as I outline, and then go back and alter things acordingly. The outline isn't written in stone, and I can cycle through it, adjusting and expanding, adjusting and expanding.
My friends probably already knew this obvious bit of insight, and now think I'm really stupid for not already knowing that. Kind of the same way I thought they were weird for outlining. Now we're even.
Water is wet, y'all!
I now have five iterations of an outline, each more detailed and filled in and flowing than the last. I have a list of issues that I can already tell are going to be problems, a list of people and things that need names, and a list of research I need to do before I write in any detail.
October 19, 2015
National Novel Writing Month Preparations and Tailgating
I'm self-aware enough to realize that doing National Novel Writing Month with a two and a half month old and starting at the same time I go back to work is going to be way harder than even normal NaNo. The state of this blog can attest to that.
The bunny baby usually lets me write for about an hour a day when I put him in the sling, walk him to the coffee shop, and sit for a bit. The baristas like him. They call my order "the usual" and greet us by name every morning. Two out of three times he falls asleep on the way there, and just takes his morning nap in the sling. One of the baristas commented the other day on how quiet he is. I took the compliment and didn't correct him. The truth is I know how irritable some people get about babies crying in public, so as soon as he starts getting fussy, we pack up and leave in record time. So I get an hour of writing in about 4 or 5 days a week.
This is not enough for NaNo.
I've been thinking about ways to mitigate this problem, and have come up with a few strategies. I'll talk about each in more detail in later blog posts, and if they work, I'll continue with them post NaNo.
1. Plan Ahead
Whaaat? But that's not how I operate. Outlining!? Researching ahead of time!? Who am I and what happened to Carolyn!? I recognize that with my time constraints this year, it would help me to know exactly what I need to write before I write it, especially with a story as complicated as the one I want to tell this year.
2. Get Hyped
If I love my novel, if I think and plan and mold every minute even when I'm not in front of my computer, if I'm excited every day to sit down for what little time I have and get it all out like releasing a pressure valve, I will get it done.
3. Write on my Phone
I spend a lot of time on my phone lately, mostly reading or listening to podcasts or playing Flow. I have a lot of down time when the bunny naps, but the problem is that during the day he will only nap if I'm holding him. This makes it difficult to use the computer (without the use of the sling) or hand write in a wobbly notebook without balancing something on his back and praying everything doesn't clatter to the ground and wake him up. But my phone I can manage in terms of how to hold both it and him. The problem is that it'll be slow going, maybe frustratingly do. I'm going to give it a try and see how it goes.
4. Be Forgiving
I've talked about this before, but it's--as always--still relevant. I'm probably not going to win this year. I will probably be hilariously far behind. That's just how it's going to be. But the key word there is "hilarious." Instead of a frustrating failure of skill and self-discipline, this is going to be funny. If I go in with the attitude that I'm going to be compassionate and forgiving of myself, that my pace is my pace and it's justified, I may not win, but I'll feel good about myself and my story and eventually get it finished at my own speed. Follow the #RuhRohWriMo tag for more!
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