Camp NaNoWriMo, that is! November is the traditional National Novel Writing Month, but Camp NaNo is July (as in NOW) and everyone gets to set their own goals (words, lines, hours, whatever) and work on whatever they like! I’m finishing and editing my current WIP, so if you don’t hear much from me that’s why. I’m planning thirty total hours of writing for the month. I know that doesn’t sound like a lot, but I can only sit upright for fifteen minutes or so without paying for it by lying in bed with ice packs covering my spine for a day or two afterwards. So my timer is my friend.
There are about a dozen fascinating people in my cabin and I’m looking forward to getting to know them! I built in a writing-free day for when my grandson arrives (due VERY soon) so I can read texts, talk on the phone, swoon over pictures, and hopefully see him on FaceTime!
I’m writing. I don’t just mean I’m blogging again (which, obviously, I am) but I’m working on the latest of several novels I’ve started and not finished or finished and not been happy with, This one was actually just supposed to be a short story. I had a dream, remembered it, and thought, “Wow! that would be a good short story!”
Then I started writing it. And it decided it didn’t want to be a short story, it wanted to be a novel. Then today I was reading a fantasy novel (I always read novels from other genres when I’m writing) and in this novel I’ve read about three or four times before this a couple of sentences kept tugging at me.
I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships. Not many of them murder the girl involved. ~ Storm Front, by Jim Butcher
Damn. I was writing New Adult (early twenties) Erotica. I thought. Now I am feeling the need to kill someone off. In the middle of a sex scene. Then the rest of the book will be about the remaining two people (did I mention it was a threesome?) have to figure out what to do, and how their relationship develops from there. I don’t know that there’s even a genre for this.