I’ve been lazily preparing for NaNo, cuz shoot honey, I got all the time in the world. At least that was my attitude until I realized next week is the last week of October. Gah! Time to get on it. I really think NaNo will be good for me because my writing time has been super spotty lately. Now I’ll have a daily goal to meet and it’s probably something I should be doing regularly anyway.
If I ever taught a creative writing class, NaNo would definitely be a part of it. Plus doesn’t that work as a fabulous class? Take September to talk about form and structure. Take October to make them do all the prep work for NaNo. Take December to go over lessons learned and a little editing. Then the next semester could be all about polishing. Some day, people. Some day.
Finish line edits on SHADE. Progress made. I’m 1/3 of the way through the book. This is where that focus needs to come in. But I know there won’t be time during November, so hopefully that gives me the motivation to move quickly on this. I intend to use this evening to bust through a few more chapters.
Read at least 2 new books. No new progress. I’ve got to get my schedule together for this to happen. It’s coming.
October NaNoWriMo Prep Work. Outline is coming along, but as I said above, I’ve really got to put effort into this since there’s about a week and a half left before November….
NaNoWriMo Challenge. Coming in 9 days.
Edit/finish the short stories I do have. No new progress.
Well, I have no more Clemmings to give you. But I do have some short stories I could excerpt from. Feedback is always appreciated. 🙂 This is a flash fiction piece, but sorry, you don’t get the full thing today.
It’s funny the things that go through your head in moments like these. My first thoughts are to the dish of black beans in the fridge that were probably well past rotten. The smell in the fridge when someone finally came to open would probably kill them quicker than this crash is going to kill me.
Yellow rubber bowls tied to smashed translucent bags spring out of the ceiling. The people around me claw at them amidst screams. I only stare. What’s being able to breathe going to do for me on the point of impact?
And that beeping! We know the plane is going down. Is there really a point in alerting us about something we already know—something we can’t do anything about? I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. Those beans are really going to be murder.
Are you gearing up for NaNo? Have you ever had a random thing come to mind like that during a stressful situation? (Hopefully you’ve never been in a plane like that…)