Well, I'm not going to add to that list. So if you're looking for my usual complaints about life, you're going to be disappointed.
First of all, I can't see why NaNo promotes an unhealthy assumption that participating writers will soon be published. I mean, the very nature of NaNo seems, to me, to be an opportunity to throw all the stress and drama of writing for publication out the window.
As far as I can see, NaNo is about writing for the sake of writing. Screw the rules. Screw publishing trends. Just write a story you want to write. Don't look back. Open your mind and let the words flow.
What a liberating month this has turned out to be!
I am quite capable of producing large chunks of story in a short amount of time. I've done it plenty. Thing is, once I started really aiming for the published author title, my writing changed.
I started to fret about rules. About showing and not telling. About adverb tallies. About my annoying abuse of the words 'apparently' and 'just'.
I worried about passive sentences. I lost sleep over lack of CONFLICT, CONFLICT, CONFLICT. I became obsessed with queries and synopsiseseseses.
All that mental clutter slows a writer gal down, you know? I forgot what it was to just let story flow.
This month, I'm remembering it once again. Nice to run into you again, Mr. Free Association! I missed you.
I'm not setting any records for writing my NaNo story. Sometime tonight, I need to try to break the 25,000 word mark. I'm a wee bit ahead of the daily minimum writing goals, but that's it.
Yet, last night, I had the most AWESOME moment of writing zen. Here's the setup:
I'd gone to my usual writing haunt on my day off to get the word count a bit higher. For whatever reason, I wasn't feeling it. The music wasn't great. The table I was at kinda sucked. People were talking too loud about really stupid things.
I gave up after a couple hundred words. Left the coffee joint. Went to Marshall's in search of the ever elusive dirt cheap winter jacket that I don't think I'll ever find.
A little later that night, I got my second wind and opened up the NaNo document. Started exploring the still-unnamed town the action is set in. As I was writing, things started to click. Synapses started to fire.
And then it happened. The moment of zen.
Because as I was throwing down what had started out as an innocent conversation between the heroine, Rebecca, and a newly created townie, I was hit by a literary bolt of lightning.
This new character wasn't just a walk on role. This particular location they met in wasn't just a random quirky business in a quirky little town.
In a nanosecond(ha ha. Get it? NaNo second?) the entire story changed. In the blink of an eye, my entire story veered off course and found a new path.
I think I actually squeed out loud. I'd never uttered a verbal squee before. It was fun.
And then the words couldn't come out fast enough. What a turnaround from my earlier frustrations of the morning writing session.
I'm so jazzed about this new twist. It's something I never, ever considered. It's something that will change every assumption I've had about the future of my hero and heroine.
But I don't care. Because it ROCKS. At least, it does in my brain.
I don't think any amount of outlining would have dug up this particular change. I'm not sure, if I was being careful and grammatical and not passive, if I'd have thought of doing this.
I rather enjoy this feeling of being completely in the dark about how this story will end. And I'm totally happy to have taken the opportunity to discover a brand new story in the time span of a month. I can't wait until the 30th, because I desperately want to find out how this story ends!
So, long story short, to all those who think that NaNo isn't a good thing, thpppppt on you. Maybe this story will be published someday. Maybe not. The only thing that matters to me is that I had the opportunity to write it. Quit pooping on an awesome opportunity to throw caution to the wind and jus