National Novel Writing Month.
If you're a working author, you either embrace the phenomenon, and let it sweep you to bigger word counts on Thanksgiving. Or, you sneer at the amateurs and scoff at their absurd and unrealistic hope to write a novel in one month.
I'm an embracer.
Seven years ago, I eagerly signed up for my first NaNo contest. I retired that year and took a couple of online novel writing classes, so I was ready to jump into my third career. I had the first half of a detailed story outline finished by October and thought I was going to write the Great American…well, you know.
I got through 22,000 words that year before I ran out of outline--and ideas.
If you've never written a book, that's about 90 pages. Not bad for a month, actually, but I wasn't going to make the 50,000-word magic number needed to get the "Winner!" on my page.
Discouraged, I didn't finish the last week of the event. Ninety pages in in the first twenty days of November days wore me out, especially the last week, when my family began to grumble about dust on the furniture and ask, "what about Thanksgiving, and Black Friday sales?"
But the next year, undaunted, I signed up again. The challenge was addicting. But my youngest son had just gone off to college, and then the oldest one decided to get married out of state on New Year's Eve. And my elderly father needed attention. And…well, you know.
I only wrote 7,000 words year two before I quit.
But during those two years, I edited and polished the 22,000 words I had, and added another 20,000 thousand more. I'd written and polished enough, in fact, that I started entering writing contests, and got enough positive feedback to feel encouraged to keep writing on it.
The summer of the third year, my budding book, Song of the Ancients, won first place in the prestigious Pacific Northwest Writers Conference. I attended the conference in Seattle, pitched my book to agents and editors in attendance, and got a request for a full manuscript. "Is it done?" The agent asked. "Sure is, just over ninety-five thousand words," I lied.
That fall is when I learned what it's really like to be an author.
I came home from Seattle that July in a panic. I had just committed to send a full manuscript to an agent, when in reality it was barely half-finished. I wrung my hands. I cried. I berated myself for not telling the truth. For one day, while I unpacked.
Then I went into my office and started writing. I mean, really writing. I wrote all morning, took a break to eat and shower, then wrote again. Some nights, when the words flowed, I'd write until 3:00am. Then I'd get up in the morning, spend an hour with the family, do the breakfast dishes and a load of laundry, and start again.
I wrote the second half of the book, a little over 50,000 words, in four weeks.
And that, folks, is the same thing people commit to do each year for NaNo.
Granted, you don't have to turn your NaNo manuscript in to an agent or editor. In fact, please don't. Editors and agents cringe at the increase of manuscripts they experience after NaNo ends.
There's a strong chance none of those manuscripts are not ready for publication. In fact, mine wasn't either, and the agent rejected it. But, instead of a simple "not for me" letter, she made enough comments that I decided to send my book to a professional content editor, The Word Doctor.
Armed with his 40-pages of content comments (yes, he gave me a lot of feedback. He suggested some major POV consolidation, pointed out places where the action sagged, some passive voice, and, most importantly, showed me the places where he "was tempted to skim.") I was positively rearing to get to re-writes during NaNo Year Three.
But…according to Nano's website, you aren't supposed to do that. You're supposed to start fresh on a brand-new story for your thirty days of literary abandon, not work on an existing piece.
Screw that! I had a novel I had sweated over for three years, on the brink of becoming something publishable. I wasn't about to switch storylines in mid-stream.
Note: Even though the NaNo mods tell us to play by the rules, they also say that the main objective of NaNo is to encourage people to follow their dream and write. They shake their finger at you with one hand, and nod their blessing with the other. It's a game, for heaven's sake.
So I rode the Nano wave of enthusiasm and re-wrote all November. It was glorious. I knew in my bones the book was improving. I also realized during re-writes, that my antagonist was all wrong, and completely revised him as well.
I only counted brand-new passages in my word count that year, so I didn't come anywhere close to the 50,000 goal. I just wrote. Tightened. Re-read and wrote more. Continued through December and January and February.
By March, the book was ready.
I contracted Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs, and she concocted this beautiful cover.
If you're a working author, you either embrace the phenomenon, and let it sweep you to bigger word counts on Thanksgiving. Or, you sneer at the amateurs and scoff at their absurd and unrealistic hope to write a novel in one month.
I'm an embracer.
Seven years ago, I eagerly signed up for my first NaNo contest. I retired that year and took a couple of online novel writing classes, so I was ready to jump into my third career. I had the first half of a detailed story outline finished by October and thought I was going to write the Great American…well, you know.
I got through 22,000 words that year before I ran out of outline--and ideas.
If you've never written a book, that's about 90 pages. Not bad for a month, actually, but I wasn't going to make the 50,000-word magic number needed to get the "Winner!" on my page.
Discouraged, I didn't finish the last week of the event. Ninety pages in in the first twenty days of November days wore me out, especially the last week, when my family began to grumble about dust on the furniture and ask, "what about Thanksgiving, and Black Friday sales?"
But the next year, undaunted, I signed up again. The challenge was addicting. But my youngest son had just gone off to college, and then the oldest one decided to get married out of state on New Year's Eve. And my elderly father needed attention. And…well, you know.
I only wrote 7,000 words year two before I quit.
But during those two years, I edited and polished the 22,000 words I had, and added another 20,000 thousand more. I'd written and polished enough, in fact, that I started entering writing contests, and got enough positive feedback to feel encouraged to keep writing on it.
The summer of the third year, my budding book, Song of the Ancients, won first place in the prestigious Pacific Northwest Writers Conference. I attended the conference in Seattle, pitched my book to agents and editors in attendance, and got a request for a full manuscript. "Is it done?" The agent asked. "Sure is, just over ninety-five thousand words," I lied.
That fall is when I learned what it's really like to be an author.
I came home from Seattle that July in a panic. I had just committed to send a full manuscript to an agent, when in reality it was barely half-finished. I wrung my hands. I cried. I berated myself for not telling the truth. For one day, while I unpacked.
Then I went into my office and started writing. I mean, really writing. I wrote all morning, took a break to eat and shower, then wrote again. Some nights, when the words flowed, I'd write until 3:00am. Then I'd get up in the morning, spend an hour with the family, do the breakfast dishes and a load of laundry, and start again.
I wrote the second half of the book, a little over 50,000 words, in four weeks.
And that, folks, is the same thing people commit to do each year for NaNo.
Granted, you don't have to turn your NaNo manuscript in to an agent or editor. In fact, please don't. Editors and agents cringe at the increase of manuscripts they experience after NaNo ends.
There's a strong chance none of those manuscripts are not ready for publication. In fact, mine wasn't either, and the agent rejected it. But, instead of a simple "not for me" letter, she made enough comments that I decided to send my book to a professional content editor, The Word Doctor.
Armed with his 40-pages of content comments (yes, he gave me a lot of feedback. He suggested some major POV consolidation, pointed out places where the action sagged, some passive voice, and, most importantly, showed me the places where he "was tempted to skim.") I was positively rearing to get to re-writes during NaNo Year Three.
But…according to Nano's website, you aren't supposed to do that. You're supposed to start fresh on a brand-new story for your thirty days of literary abandon, not work on an existing piece.
Screw that! I had a novel I had sweated over for three years, on the brink of becoming something publishable. I wasn't about to switch storylines in mid-stream.
Note: Even though the NaNo mods tell us to play by the rules, they also say that the main objective of NaNo is to encourage people to follow their dream and write. They shake their finger at you with one hand, and nod their blessing with the other. It's a game, for heaven's sake.
So I rode the Nano wave of enthusiasm and re-wrote all November. It was glorious. I knew in my bones the book was improving. I also realized during re-writes, that my antagonist was all wrong, and completely revised him as well.
I only counted brand-new passages in my word count that year, so I didn't come anywhere close to the 50,000 goal. I just wrote. Tightened. Re-read and wrote more. Continued through December and January and February.
By March, the book was ready.
I contracted Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs, and she concocted this beautiful cover.
Song of the Ancients published in May 2015.
So, yes, I embrace the National Novel Writing month experience. It worked for me.
I encourage you to do the same. When it seems like life is piling obstacles in front of your Nano goal, put your head down and power through anyway. And, never, never stop writing when the contest ends, just set new goals.
FINAL NOTE:
Five months after Song of the Ancients was published, I suffered a stroke in my left frontal lobe, the part of the brain that controls speech, creative thinking, and all the functions grouped under the category of "higher level cognitive reasoning."
In the hospital I showed the neurologist my book. "I don't know what I'll do if I can't read or write," I told him. "It's such a big part of my life and who I am."
He told me that might be exactly what would save me. "A non-writer might be using this much..." He held his palms apart six inches..."for vocabulary and creative thought. But you use this much." He extended his palms another ten inches.
First, I will always love that doctor. I thought about his words often during my six months of recovery and therapy. By Valentine's Day I was writing emails. By March I could compose a blog, re-learn my passwords, and figure out how to post the damn thing. (although, to be honest, I can't blame all of my technology fumbling on the stroke).
For the last five months I've been back to work on my next novel (working title is Crescent Moon Crossing), and once again, I'm participating in NaNoWriMo as extra incentive to get it finished. I've given myself a goal of December 27 for a completed first draft.
I would love to have you join me on my noveling journey this year.
I'm posting excerpts from the novel-in-progress on this website under Tuesday Teasers.
And FRIEND ME on NaNo also, and we can support each other!
My NaNo name is SINAZ.
Happy writing!
So, yes, I embrace the National Novel Writing month experience. It worked for me.
I encourage you to do the same. When it seems like life is piling obstacles in front of your Nano goal, put your head down and power through anyway. And, never, never stop writing when the contest ends, just set new goals.
FINAL NOTE:
Five months after Song of the Ancients was published, I suffered a stroke in my left frontal lobe, the part of the brain that controls speech, creative thinking, and all the functions grouped under the category of "higher level cognitive reasoning."
In the hospital I showed the neurologist my book. "I don't know what I'll do if I can't read or write," I told him. "It's such a big part of my life and who I am."
He told me that might be exactly what would save me. "A non-writer might be using this much..." He held his palms apart six inches..."for vocabulary and creative thought. But you use this much." He extended his palms another ten inches.
First, I will always love that doctor. I thought about his words often during my six months of recovery and therapy. By Valentine's Day I was writing emails. By March I could compose a blog, re-learn my passwords, and figure out how to post the damn thing. (although, to be honest, I can't blame all of my technology fumbling on the stroke).
For the last five months I've been back to work on my next novel (working title is Crescent Moon Crossing), and once again, I'm participating in NaNoWriMo as extra incentive to get it finished. I've given myself a goal of December 27 for a completed first draft.
I would love to have you join me on my noveling journey this year.
I'm posting excerpts from the novel-in-progress on this website under Tuesday Teasers.
And FRIEND ME on NaNo also, and we can support each other!
My NaNo name is SINAZ.
Happy writing!
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