Here is the deal. Nanowrimo.org is sponsoring a contest to write a novel in 30 days. My friend Wes (BigPirate) blogged about it and asked for encouragement and help, so I signed up. In the mean time I have learned that katitude also has aspirations of writing in this contest, so I have also determined that I will extend well wishes, cheers, encouraging comments, and whistles from the wrail to both of my friends. The wrail is similar to a rail, only, the wrail is where writer fans and observers sit to cheer, as opposed to the rail, where poker fans can cheer on their favorite players.
You know what?? Don't read this crap. It is not informative, nor is it art. But it is fiction and it is my effort to string together fifty thousand words. Hey, watch the snarf. I didn't laugh at you for looking at this (well not that you know of) Wow, where do I start? Some authors may use the term when they have so much to write knowing that they must pair down sentences and form them into paragraphs and sentences. Enough of that crap for now. There will certainly come time for wordy expositions wherein I seek merely to fill space and count words, but not now.
This is my effort to help a friend of two who really have the talent and desire to write their novel, their story, their book. Me, I have no such delusions of grandeur. The fact that one sentence follows another in this work does not mean those two sentence must have anything to do with each other. Furthermore, split infinitives, misspellings, changes in tenses, will not only be tolerated, they will be encouraged. If is enough that some sort of punctuation be placed on the screen. This is not a high shcool creative writing exercise, in fact I failed highschool creative writing, and if you read much further, you will understand why.
Now for my part of this, I have no plan, I have no characters, no plot, no theme, no burning bush expositions, no wisdom, no spell check, no booze, no drugs, no sex, no death defying acts of courage, cowardice, or humanilty. I do have a computer and two fingers and a determination to get somewhere between 50 and 50,000 words down in some fashion. This will be ugly, this will not make sense, and I don't know that I care.
more shall be revealed.
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