Camp NaNoWriMo 2017

Camp NaNoWriMoI considered it.
I wavered between acceptance and denial.
I ignored it.
Finally, yesterday, I did it. I decided to take the plunge. I committed. I will be participating in Camp NaNoWriMo 2017 for the entire month of July.

I have only 9 days to prepare myself for the whirlwind that is NaNoWriMo.

What Is It?

In brief, Camp NaNoWriMo bills itself as “an idyllic writers retreat, smack-dab in the middle of your crazy life.” I have participated in NaNoWriMo 3 times in the past, the original event that takes place during November, completing the challenge only one time (2012). The challenge: 50,000 words written over the course of the month! The challenge is the same for Camp NaNoWriMo, though with a bit more flexibility.

You track your progress on the website, receive emails and notes of encouragement, and can even join online groups (cabins) to assist in the month-long feat. The direction is fairly simple – write. Write daily, rapidly, and with little revision. Get the words out; revision comes later.

More about Camp here:

My 2017 Project

Title: Life Unlived
Type: Revision/editing [since Camp NaNoWriMo is more flexible, I will not be drafting an entirely new work this coming month, rather I’ll be editing and revising a novel I already have near completion]
Genre: Literary fiction

A work of literary fiction in the shape of a memoir, Life Unlived puts us inside the head of a newly middle-aged man as he reflects on his life up to the present. A look at narcissism, memory, and relationships, the emotionally detached and perhaps not always truthful nor balanced narrator leads us through the memories of his life, especially taking time to focus on moments that he feels are most formative. He’s not always correct – the reader often finds as much to discover in those things the narrator misses as in those things he says. He sincerely attempts to be reflective, and sometimes, though rarely, succeeds. Self-centered to the point of remembering no one else’s name, and tunnel-visioned enough to quite literally only be able to see own his point of view, our narrator is endearing and infuriating, exciting and devastating, constantly making the reader question: who is this man?

I was raised in a small town in Mississippi. Most all small towns have a similar character, and as we know from the fairy tales of our youth, most all towns (large or small) have an evil side. Now that I’m well into my adult life and have shared many stories with many people, I often find myself shocked by the evil we human beings are capable of. And not only the evil, but the complacency of the surrounding society – knowing full well what goes on behind closed doors, most of us choose to ignore it anyway.

Getting Started

I was born on the 22nd day of May in the year 1978 AD in the city of Springfield, Massachusetts. I don’t remember anything else about this day, so postulating would negate the purpose of a reflective memoir. Moving along…

I am the first of two children. There certainly would have been more, but my mother’s uterus was torn from her side and had to be removed after giving birth to two rather large boys. So there we were, two. Disappointment begins so early in life — no girls, and two in no way compare to 6 or 10 (the number of siblings in my parents’ households). But nothing could be done, so by the time I was 3 our little family structure was in place.

I find it remarkable how many clear memories I have from the earliest days of my childhood.

I didn’t want a baby brother. From the time I knew my mother was pregnant, I wanted a “sis-ner.” I wanted to have a little girl in the family. I was just becoming 3, so I have no idea what my thought process on that might have been. I was so upset when my parents brought home a baby brother that I pretended he wasn’t there. I refused to have anything to do with him literally for months. Finally I gave in and accepted that he was there for good. I’m actually not certain that this is a legitimate memory — my mother told me this story dozens of times, so it might just be one of those “implanted” memories from childhood. Regardless, it’s a funny thought.

Interested in Camp NaNoWriMo? If you sign up then come and find me!

NaNoWriMo2016 and more

shield-nano-blue-brown-rgb-hiresWell, I managed to miss a few days already this week on my blog…but I don’t know that I’m even aiming to post something daily. I’m still working through how I’d like to utilize this site, so I didn’t miss anything. That’s a much healthier way to consider things.

Here are a few thoughts for today.

I’ve been doing much more writing recently, and am ecstatic that I’ve been able to do so. Just an idea of what I’m working on now:

  • an article on relationships/patriarchy/acceptance [which has grown far beyond the scope of the initial proposal, and will either morph into a series of articles or a larger piece for additional publication],
  • a new novel [more on that below],
  • a short story on memory,
  • various poems,
  • posts for this blog,
  • and soon, though not quite yet, my final edits to my first novel.

As you can see, I’ve had something of an artistic revival, for which I am very excited. My fiance has also been supportive, helping me hash out concepts and ideas, reading as I write, and offering feedback and potential edits, which not only helps the work improve but also helps keep me inspired. Something important is happening…and I am thrilled.

Yes, you read correctly in the list above, I am finally working on a new long piece of fiction. It’s an idea I concepted several years ago, tentatively titled “Trying, Again. Peytor’s Story.” I won’t reveal much about the actual piece at the moment, but the story of how I got started…it all boils down to NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. This is an annual event, in November of each year, which I’ve participated in two times previously. I hadn’t planned on trying this year, but yesterday, as I saw other writers post about it, I began to feel inspired. But I had no project on hand that would fit the NaNoWriMo model. So I pulled out some old ideas, and one particular concept clicked. It’s perfect for a number of reasons. The project is begun, and I’m happy to finally be working through it. Hopefully I’ll have some interesting excerpts to post over the course of the month.

What is NaNoWriMo? You can get plenty of information on their website: In brief, to quote said website: “National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30. Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought about writing a novel.”

I plan to include my NaNoWriMo word-count on each post this month. At this moment, I have 1,190 words.