Okay, so, for some reason my posts haven't been posting. I don't know why. I probably did something to cause that, but I really can't think of what. So, if this doesn't post . . . well, you wouldn't be reading it, amiright?
Anyway, NaNoWriMo begins in SEVEN days (and a few hours). Yay! Let's hope I can actually get something written. I'll be using "Changing Time" for NaNo, this year, in hopes that I can finish SOMETHING. Of course, it's really up to me. I just have to stay focused (Which is something I'm terrible at).
What am I doing to prepare? Ha ha. Really, unless you count writing fanfiction, nothing. I was thinking about finding a few writing prompts, so I'll have to do that before next week. . . November is just a really hard time of year for me. So much going on. We have my sister's birthday, and then my brother's birthday, then my dad's birthday, and then my mom's birthday (which falls around Thanksgiving), and then there's NaNo, so . . . it'll be tough. This will be my first (real) year. I found out about NaNo last year, right before it ended.
The hectic life of a homeschooling writer (Who just happens to be the eldest of seven kids). That would definitely be me. I suppose NaNo would be easier if I actually planned my story out, and I know I'll be sorry I didn't, but . . . I really stink at planning books. I've never liked planning a book, I prefer it to go wherever it goes. But, only the book. I hate it when my characters develop minds of their own. And then they start talking to me.
I hate it when characters talk to me. Unless they have a brilliant story idea. Which is rare to never. Gilbert (from Endangered) has become my biggest problem. He thinks he is so stinking smart, and tells me on a daily basis that I am definitely not as smart as him. I keep threatening to kill him. But we both know that I need him for chaos and drama. *cough* That's about all he's good at, though. *cough*
And he's fussing me out for writing that right now. Last night, I had lost a really important piece of paper for my fanfiction, and I could not find it! Gilbert told me I was an idiot for losing it. I told him I'd admit he was smart when he told me, word for word, what I have written on that sheet of paper. My oldest sibling, Randy, heard me talking to Gilbert and said Mama should stick me in a mental hospital. I told him they probably should, since a writer is only a socially accepted schizophrenic. I then had to explain what that was.
*sigh* I guess it's good, for my writing at least, that my characters talk to me. I suppose that means they're not flat characters. But I really wish they'd talk to me about important things. Things I need to hear. Not their gibberish.
Welp, I've rambled on for too long, so I'll end the post now. Thanks for reading!
God bless!
Galatians 6:9 KJV
Anyway, NaNoWriMo begins in SEVEN days (and a few hours). Yay! Let's hope I can actually get something written. I'll be using "Changing Time" for NaNo, this year, in hopes that I can finish SOMETHING. Of course, it's really up to me. I just have to stay focused (Which is something I'm terrible at).
What am I doing to prepare? Ha ha. Really, unless you count writing fanfiction, nothing. I was thinking about finding a few writing prompts, so I'll have to do that before next week. . . November is just a really hard time of year for me. So much going on. We have my sister's birthday, and then my brother's birthday, then my dad's birthday, and then my mom's birthday (which falls around Thanksgiving), and then there's NaNo, so . . . it'll be tough. This will be my first (real) year. I found out about NaNo last year, right before it ended.
The hectic life of a homeschooling writer (Who just happens to be the eldest of seven kids). That would definitely be me. I suppose NaNo would be easier if I actually planned my story out, and I know I'll be sorry I didn't, but . . . I really stink at planning books. I've never liked planning a book, I prefer it to go wherever it goes. But, only the book. I hate it when my characters develop minds of their own. And then they start talking to me.
I hate it when characters talk to me. Unless they have a brilliant story idea. Which is rare to never. Gilbert (from Endangered) has become my biggest problem. He thinks he is so stinking smart, and tells me on a daily basis that I am definitely not as smart as him. I keep threatening to kill him. But we both know that I need him for chaos and drama. *cough* That's about all he's good at, though. *cough*
And he's fussing me out for writing that right now. Last night, I had lost a really important piece of paper for my fanfiction, and I could not find it! Gilbert told me I was an idiot for losing it. I told him I'd admit he was smart when he told me, word for word, what I have written on that sheet of paper. My oldest sibling, Randy, heard me talking to Gilbert and said Mama should stick me in a mental hospital. I told him they probably should, since a writer is only a socially accepted schizophrenic. I then had to explain what that was.
*sigh* I guess it's good, for my writing at least, that my characters talk to me. I suppose that means they're not flat characters. But I really wish they'd talk to me about important things. Things I need to hear. Not their gibberish.
Welp, I've rambled on for too long, so I'll end the post now. Thanks for reading!
God bless!
Galatians 6:9 KJV