Are you a fan of Steven Sondheim, dear reader? I couldn’t care less for most musicals, me, yet he subverts that in fine style. This line is a corruption of one from Into The Woods, a fine example of what can be done with the genre when you step away from the clichés that La La Land seems to have returned to form.
This is, as promised, my monthly update on my writing. How’s it gone? In short, well… and not so well. I’ve reached, exactly, my monthly goal of 10k, using my NaNo-aping spreadsheet that I’m so proud of. That’s not bad, mere months after the slog that is NaNoWriMo! But in doing so, I’ve made a massive great mistake.
This, ladies gents and ladygents, is why you don’t write without your plotting materials.
Hello there readers! Hasn’t it been a while? Almost a month, in fact. Golly. Or not in fact golly, because this is an update on December and NaNo is in November and that.
Anyway, I thought I might as well try and update this blog once a month, since I am keeping the writing going, and I know that I have one regular reader. (I’d say ‘at least one’, but suspect it may be ‘at most one’ as well.)
This is the final entry in my blog for a bit.
NaNo’s finally, properly, over. The writing is done, the last social event has been enjoyed, and we move into the post-NaNo phase. Writing meet-ups will continue to take place on Sundays, but that’s part of ‘Days Are For Writing’, not NaNoWriMo proper.
But I’ve still got a couple of things to say.
I’ve done it! I’ve reached 50k! On the last day, no less! This is so exciting! Hello, world! Hello, friends! Hello, family! I’ve reached the milestone!
Recently in my story, Stefan, Freya, Cait, and Lumia have been taking in the Festival of the Night in Noctliand. Lumia may have found her calling as a pop star, before the era had a name for such things. She can’t sing, but even back in the day, this was recognised as being utterly unimportant for a pop star.
Meanwhile, things have indeed taken a turn for the worse for Jean. And Ansari. Along the worsening way, we find out exactly where Leon lives: 25 Mildred Road.
This bit usually comes at the end of my blog posts. It comes at the start now, because with the end of NaNo in sight, I’ve got to start asking myself the inevitable question. For those wondering what it is, look at the title of this post.
In a perfect world, the year would happen such that NaNo starts and ends on a weekend, every year. Beginning on Saturday 1st, ending on Sunday 30th. Thus giving writers maximum time for a last-minute sprint to the goal, and making a midnight opening to the month possible for those with day jobs. (And throwing the Kick-Off and TGIO plans entirely out of wack, but that’s for the MLs to worry about!)
Alas, we are not in fact in the best of all possible worlds. The calendar conspires against us. 365 is not divisible by 7, let alone leap years, so the days of NaNo shift around from year to year and make planning that little bit more irritating. This year, it ends on a Wednesday having started on a Tuesday.
If yesterday’s/this morning’s blog entry was a bit technical, this one isn’t. Not at all.
This one is a mixture of self-indulgence, self-flagellation, and… gushing.
You may not be used to absolute positivity from this source. I’m not used to giving it. So it’ll probably be tempered a bit. But this is going to be a description of why I still write, after three years (soon four) of NaNoWriMo; and if I didn’t enjoy the damn process, it’d be pretty odd, wouldn’t it?