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How to Use Your Excuses to Fuel Your Writing: A NaNoWriMo Profile

As part of my NaNoWriMo Halo Giveaway, I offered all of the folks who signed up a chance to write a guest post for How Not To Write. I’ve expanded the offer to any and all Wrimos who would like to participate. I think you’ll be amazed as I was at the variety of people who have submitted posts. I know I am. I’m also proud to share their words here and I hope you’ll take a moment to leave a comment. — Jamie

Today’s post comes from Elise Koerner.

By day Elise Koerner saves the world one IT system at a time, at night she tries to write. Her day job has taken her to some pretty unique places and in the last eight months she’s been lucky enough to visit Australia, Singapore, China, Brazil, Sweden, Denmark and throughout the US. Though the travel has given her great stories and ideas of future best sellers, she’s been using the travel as an excuse to not finish anything she’s started. Truthfully she’s really good at coming up with excuses but after Nano (not an excuse she swears) she plans to start (and finish) the first book in a travel-centric YA series she’s been developing for a long time.

How to Use Your Excuses to Fuel Your Writing

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So I’m sitting in work training listening to our instructor go over this project management stuff (critical path and Gantt charts, actually, how thrilling does that sound?) that I’ve already been taught before. This training is at least the third time in the last sixteen months I’ve calculated PERT and I want to gouge my eyes out, it’s just so boring and redundant. I have no computer, no notepad, no pen, no cocktail napkins, nothing. I’d much rather be doing Nanowrimo writing then sitting in the conference room being bored to tears sticking post-it notes over every surface of the room as part of a learning activity.

That’s an example of something you can’t avoid. It’s an excuse, but it’s legitimate. I say, I would have been able to write my daily 1,667 words if only I didn’t have training. I can’t really go to my boss and say “Sorry, its November and I’d rather be writing right now so please tell them to make an exception. Training really isn’t important anyways…” I’m pretty sure that isn’t going to fly – after all, my company has made it painfully clear that if we whip out a laptop or look like we’re not engaged we’ll be penalized. As in no reward stickers. Seriously, this is Corporate America and some Human Resources study shows twenty-somethings learn better if training closely resembles kindergarten. Though I’m fairly convinced we’re being graded on our Pavlovian willingness to do shameless sucking up for these stickers and there might be a direct correlation to our annual raises… Anyways, that’s not the point.

The point is, we all have mandatory things that must come first in November, and all year round. My two weeks of training is a good example. Nanowrimo is important, but if I’m a homeless bum without a book deal then I’m really screwed. But lucky for us there are two main types of excuses – number one is mandatory life-or-death stuff. The other is called procrastination temptation and the best part is we can do something about it.

On Saturday I found a cute sweater on-line (when procrastinating Nano writing) and decided to avoid shipping and handling costs I’d convince a friend to go down the mall with me and see if I could find in it a department store sans shipping. So I picked up my friend, drove to the mall, went to the stores I wanted to go into for this sweater, then hit up a few others. Then Starbucks, then on my way home got gas and decided to pick up food for dinner and well, four hours later I didn’t have my sweater, and didn’t have 1,667 words written. I didn’t need the sweater, the world wasn’t going to end if I didn’t have it. I just started procrastinating and let myself be tempted by the fact I had been doing so well with Nano. I kind of forgot the most important thing – November is for writing (it’s NANOWRIMO for goodness sakes).

We all have our temptations, in November it’s sometimes hard to make the time just between the holidays and family stuff. I know some people say they locked themselves in their apartments and friends and family just had to understand. I don’t see that as being reasonable though. There are going to be things that come up – mandatory life-or-death stuff along with procrastination temptations and you’re going to want to write instead. You are going to say afterwards if I only had those four hours back or the only reason I’m behind is because my friend dragged me to the mall to look for a sweater that apparently doesn’t even exist or [insert weird set of circumstances here].

Basically there is absolutely, unequivocally always going to be some reason not to write. It’s like Murphy’s Law. Whether it’s a legitimate excuse or not is the question you need to ask yourself. Are you not hitting your personal writing goals because something more fun or interesting has come up, or because you had to study for a test, take the dog to a Vet, go grocery shopping, whatever? Only you know what’s imperative, but you need to evaluate how you spend your time and if the diversions from writing are really worth it. Prioritize the procrastination. Even if the end result is only adding 100 words to your story on the day they keep you in the conference room for training until 9pm, or on a good day 2,000 when you fight the urge to watch a marathon of America’s Next Top Model. Now if your one of those people who actually forgoes meals and skips work to write, sorry I can’t help you. But if you’re reading this, you’re probably not – you’re like me and have real life and sometimes it gets in the way of your writing.

But there is a way to turn it around and make it help you – call the time you’re not writing “research”. When you’re sitting in training watching your peers argue about the difference between a Technical Writer and a Developer you can think of how ridiculous the argument is and mentally map put a scene like that between your characters. Or when your running around the mall searching for a very specific BCBG sweater that no salesperson believes exists, you might just think up a plot twist involving an item only your main character can see. At the Doctor’s office you pick up a magazine you never heard of before and read an article that helps shape your sub plot. You stay up late and watch an old episode of the Twilight Zone and decide to name a character after Rod Serling (using an acronym of course). Whatever it is, sometimes those distractions help us with our writing. And if not – maybe the next distraction will. 🙂

The Best Laid Plans: A NaNoWriMo Profile

As part of my NaNoWriMo Halo Giveaway, I offered all of the folks who signed up a chance to write a guest post for How Not To Write. I think you’ll be amazed as I was at the variety of people who have submitted posts. I know I am. I’m also proud to share their words here and I hope you’ll take a moment to leave a comment. — Jamie

Today’s post comes from Kim Keeline from Kim the Blogging Bard & Nancy_Drew at NaNoWriMo.

The Best Laid Plans

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You know what it is like. You plan and dream and outline. You think about your plot for days on end. Finally, you sit down to write, and . . . nothing happens.

Yes, we all face that moment when the planning finally ends and the execution of the plan begins, and that is exactly what it feels like–an execution.

Here I was, on the first day of NaNoWriMo, finally starting the novel I had been planning, and the new file I had open in front of me seemed to mock me with its emptiness. Most writers face this at one point or another, whether when starting a new project or in the middle of the writing. Words elude us. Sentences fail to form. Anything that is written seems insipid, boring, or stupid. The hardest part of writing is often . . . the writing.

It all seems so easy when planning. I have pages of notes written about the characters and the plot. I have an outline which seems very reasonable and generally answers the necessary questions. I am writing a murder mystery so I know what clues must be given, what red herrings I have invented, and who the murderer, victim, and detective are. All these things are ready, yet writing can seem so hard sometimes.

Part of this is probably nerves. After all, writing a novel in a month is a big undertaking. 50,000 words is no laughing matter. Of course, I did just finish a 340 page dissertation, but I also had longer than a month to work on it (WAY too long, in fact, if you were to ask anyone who knew me well).

Fear can be a huge motivating factor, as it was when I needed to finish my dissertation by a deadline, but it can also be a stumbling block. Fear of a large task or even a fear of success can make the task difficult to start and once started, make it difficult to complete.

Several things can help. I try to brainstorm. The “Editor” in my brain has to be told to shut up. I tie that “Editor” in the corner and stick a sock in his mouth, because the start of a draft isn’t a good time to be stopping ideas from coming with a negative voice in my head judging me. I remind myself that drafts can be revised. I set timers for short sessions and force myself to write until the timer goes off. Then I take a break and try it again. If it works, I soon won’t want to stop when the timer goes ding.

I know what I must do. I must face my fears and start writing. I revised my dissertation multiple times during the process and I am sure it will be the same for my novel. It’s okay if it isn’t perfect on the first writing. What matters is that I get it written and finish the first draft of my novel for NaNoWriMo.

After all, I am a writer and writers write. No more blank pages or empty files for me–I’m going to write my novel and finish NaNoWriMo and I hope you will too, regardless of how many words you have counted so far! There is still time for all of us to break through those barriers and fulfill our plans!


Kim the Blogging Bard earned a Ph.D. in English Lit with a specialty in Shakespeare and the writers of his day. Her dissertation was on the fictional representation of working women in Elizabethan and Jacobean London. She is currently looking for writing or teaching work. Her new blog is a place for her to share her thoughts on . . . well, anything which comes to her mind. Recent posts have included a story about a barnacle from her childhood (which she thought had a tiny dinosaur skeleton on it) and her love of collecting books.

A few of Kim’s Great Posts:

“Collecting: A Hobby or a Problem?”

“The Barnacle of My Imagination”

“Writer’s Brain: A Rewired Way of Thinking”

Born again writer: A NaNoWriMo Profile

As part of my NaNoWriMo Halo Giveaway, I offered all of the folks who signed up a chance to write a guest post for How Not To Write. I think you’ll be amazed as I was at the variety of people who have submitted posts. I know I am. I’m also proud to share their words here and I hope you’ll take a moment to leave a comment. — Jamie

Today’s post comes from Maija Haavisto.

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Maija Haavisto

Maija Haavisto is a Finnish journalist and the author of Reviving the Broken Marionette: Treatments for CFS/ME and Fibromyalgia. She doesn’t have blog beyond Twitter (gasp!), but since early 1997 has maintained a bustling personal website. She also writes for the online magazine Suite101. Art, photography and cooking are close to her heart. Her NaNo novel explores the ideals of transhumanism and self-actualization in the framework of a fictional memoir. Is life about quality or quantity, and how many lives can you squeeze into one lifetime?

Born again writer

I started writing when I was five. I always knew it was what I ultimately wanted to do for a living, even though I found out fairly soon that being a novelist was unlikely to pay my bills. I figured out I was going to be a journalist and write those novels on the side. Meanwhile I wrote many short stories and hundreds of poems, winning a few writing contests here and there.

I wrote my first novel in 1998 and another one the next year. In early 2000 the first manuscript was reviewed in the weekly supplement of the biggest newspaper in Finland – not a bad start. But in August 2000 I got sick with an infectious neurological illness known as CFS/ME, though at the time it was just a “fever that didn’t go away” with some cardiac symptoms. At first it wasn’t so bad, even though my parents kicked me out at the ripe old age of 16. By a massive streak of luck I got myself a job as a freelance tech journalist and didn’t end up on the street.

I wrote two more manuscripts, in 2001 and 2002, but after that the cognitive dysfunction caused by my illness made it impossible to write any more novels. I could hardly even read novels any more. I switched to textbooks which were easier, but often I was only able to read magazines. Sometimes I could not even do that, and the only thing I could do to attempt to entertain myself was reading ad catalogues.

It was obviously extremely humiliating. I was having difficulty writing my articles, even though my boss never complained. Many of the pieces I write were software tutorials which meant I had to read plenty of help files. Sometimes I just couldn’t understand a single word.

The magazine I worked for went bust in 2006. In a way it was catastrophe, especially since people with CFS/ME have no rights in this country – I’ve never seen a penny of the sickness and disability benefits I’ve supposed to have been getting since May 2006 – but in a way it was also a relief.

My problem was no longer just “brainfog”, it had progressed to dementia – supposedly “mild” but it sure didn’t feel mild. All my other symptoms were massively deteriorating as well. I was only in my early 20s and it looked like I would be in a nursing home soon. I tried to accept the fact I might not be writing any more novels, ever, that my life was essentially over, but I couldn’t.

I had to accept my situation looked miserable, but I was not going to give up. After I no longer had work I started writing a medical textbook about CFS/ME treatments, though I wasn’t sure if I could ever get it finished. I knew hundreds of medications that could have helped me, but the doctors I was seeing at the infection clinic of the Helsinki University hospital could have cared less about giving me a chance.

In early 2007, however, I heard of a private doctor who was open to new treatments. I had the feeling that he would help me, so I decided to see him even though it cost me as much money as buying food for two months. He agreed to prescribe me several medications he had never prescribed before, thanks to the information about them found in my manuscript.

The medications worked. By April 2007 I was already quite a bit better. A few days after starting a medication for cognitive dysfunction I wrote a short story several pages long and felt I was reaching into what I had deemed “my previous life”. My medical textbook was finished and with it I could help many others, too. I decided to start translating the book into English, but I still had cognitive dysfunction and wasn’t sure whether I’d be able to write a novel in the future (as weird it may sound, it’s much easier to write a scientific textbook when you have brainfog than write creative fiction!).

In early 2008 I tried yet another medication on top of the ones I was already taking. It was like a miracle: suddenly my cognitive dysfunction was almost completely gone. All my once wonderful math skills were still lost in the void, but I didn’t really care. I could write much better, not only in terms of quantity, but quality too, and the world of reading novels was again fully open to me. I was also glad to finish the English version of my CFS/ME book, which ended up being a massive 346 pages.

It’s a wonderful feeling to get your brain back; you can’t really explain it to someone who hasn’t been there. It is like getting a new life. It didn’t take long until I started planning to participate in NaNoWriMo. I had been interested in participating since I first heard about it in 2002 or 2003, but it had been out of my reach. Now I felt could do it, and I already had a novel idea brewing in my mind.

It has been six years since I last wrote a novel. In a way it seems like I’ve forgotten how to write a novel, in a way I’m not sure if I ever knew how to do it. I was just 18 at the time, now I am 24. I can’t even remember how it felt to write a novel. Trying to do it again feels like a jump into the great unknown. I feel as if I’m a born again writer.

It frustrates me that I lost many years of good writing time with my brain in the darkness. I was once a great (and experienced) writer for my age, now I’m just a good writer. I have no more “competitive edge”, I’m just one more writer in the crowd. On the other hand, I’m just happy to get back to what I love the most – writing. I am far from healthy and still suffer dozens of bothersome symptoms, but if I sleep 10 hours I usually have a few hours that I can use as I please.

In the end, my biggest challenge may not even be my health but the fact I stubbornly insist on writing in Finnish (because I’m looking to get published). The entirely different structure of the language means I have up to 50% more work to do than the people writing in English and have to write an almost 50% longer novel than any of my previous manuscripts (which have been about 35k words, but would be long enough if they were in English).

I want to show myself I can do it.

The First Three Million Words: A NaNoWriMo Profile

As part of my NaNoWriMo Halo Giveaway, I offered all of the folks who signed up a chance to write a guest post for How Not To Write. I think you’ll be amazed as I was at the variety of people who have submitted posts. I know I am. I’m also proud to share their words here and I hope you’ll take a moment to leave a comment. — Jamie

Today’s post comes from F.R.R. Mallory…

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“Go goddess!” ~ Mallory

F.R.R. Mallory is currently a Junior at the University of California at Berkeley working toward an upper degree in Neuro Psychology. She writes both nonfiction and fiction with work appearing in many diverse markets. Recent articles and short stories have appeared in such publications as: FATE Magazine, Fishnet Magazine, Lucrezia Magazine, On The Premises, Doorway Magazine, Women’s Voices, Freya’s Bower, Wilde Child Publishing and others. Her work will also be featured in the upcoming anthology Back to Luna, by Hadley-Rille Press. She can be found at: http://www.mallorywrites.com

The First Three Million Words

The First 3 Million Words…

I didn’t intend to be a writer. In fact I grew up with certain prejudices against that very thing. When there are writers (crazy bastards) in your family you (as a child) get a front row seat on all of their neuroses, it ain’t pretty. They are always lousy poor, whiny and muttering about this character or that damn plot thing they forgot about and generally they have nefarious habits like getting sloshy drunk and being continuously distracted from the real world. The other problem (as I saw it) was that one, in particular, had the rotten habit of inflicting her English expertise on me. We would be having a perfectly reasonable argument and she would interrupt me to say something like, “enunciate your words correctly.”

— Bullocks!!!

So, in order to make sure that I would never fall into the becoming-a-writer trap I decided in high school to spend most or nearly most of my English class time shooting spitwads at the teachers, in lieu of learning junk like grammar and composition and predicates. I was successful too.

Then one day my husband was killed and in the aftermath a publisher (who knew a few of my relatives) approached me and wanted me to write about what happened. After all, (the publisher reasoned), with a family like mine I MUST be a writer. They offered good money so I thought to myself, well, I could put aside my disdain for writers long enough to make some bank and in the process redeem myself in the eyes of (or better yet flaunt my success in the eyes of) those very same family writers. Hah. How hard could it be? So I bought a computer. This was back in the day of boat anchor computers with dial-up modems, the Blue Wave of death and Bulletin Boards (3 days for a message to go round the world). It was scary. The thing sat on my desk like a looming monster, daring me to have the temerity to hit the power button.

Eventually I did. After all that publisher wasn’t going to wait forever so about 9 months after the computer showed up I decided I could do this. So up pops Word Perfect and a blank page. Uh huh. I stared at it. It stared back. I fidgeted. It stared back. I went and got a Coke and poked at my brain – “brain, type something…” My brain a year after he died wasn’t much interested in thinking about his death – imagine that. My brain said, “No.” I figured I could sneak in the back door — see, my problem (I figured) was that I was rusty, I just needed something easier to get me started. Now I had been dreaming about an SF story for a few years…

Four days later I had a 50,000 word novel. It was gobsmackingly BAD. I mean, I couldn’t remember how to use quotation marks and I ran afoul of pretty much every rule there is to novel crafting. But, it had a rather nifty story and better than nifty plot. What I need to say about those 4 days is that it was a kind of ecstasy. It was orgasmic. I didn’t eat or sleep or leave the room for anything but the potty. After the first 5-10 words I KNEW what I was – I was a writer.

Now it is important for me to say here that I wasn’t a very good writer. I knew by the end of 2 weeks (3 books completed at that point) that I wasn’t going to be writing that book about my husband’s death. I was too raw in that part of my consciousness. And…there were all these OTHER books I actually wanted to write.

But, it is important for me to say here that I KNEW I wasn’t a very good writer and I have an ego. I lamented my wasted education and all those damn spitballs and I knew what parallel karma was. I wasn’t going to be flaunting anything until I undid 25 years of crap for English and taught myself how to do this thing properly.

Now – the writing world will tell you that it takes you writing a million words before you will not embarrass yourself completely. Let me revise that – I’m about 3 million words in and yes I got readable around a million words but I wasn’t any good. I don’t care what you write – you have to write and you have to be consciously passionate about improving if you want to be good. It isn’t a gift from god. It is hard work and a tremendous amount of practice. So, at 3 million words I think I’m becoming interesting. I’ve found the basement and I’m not leery of my family members reading me even when they see themselves in print.

I’ve critiqued about 3-3,500 short stories. I’ve facilitated writing workshops. I fought to comprehend things – to find my invisible elephants. I ended up returning to college and I’m now a junior at Berkeley – all on my path to unearthing my own potential. I write copiously. I write about everything and about nothing. It’s bliss. It’s agony. But, it’s my agony.

Mallory
http://www.mallorywrites.com

A Writing Fear and A Lot Of Rambling: A NaNoWriMo Profile

As part of my NaNoWriMo Halo Giveaway, I offered all of the folks who signed up a chance to write a guest post for How Not To Write. I think you’ll be amazed as I was at the variety of people who have submitted posts. I know I am. I’m also proud to share their words here and I hope you’ll take a moment to leave a comment. — Jamie


A Writing Fear and A Lot Of Rambling

Hey guys!

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Who is this? Keep on reading!

I should really start by introducing myself, but I don’t think I will. One of the beauties of writing is that you can ignore the ‘rules’ whenever you want, or at least I believe you can, and do regularly.

So did anyone see the National Television Awards recently? (If you’re not from the UK, think any awards show such as Oscars, Grammies, and MTV Movie Awards etc.) Barely anyone won who I thought should have. (The Paul O’Grady Show? Eastenders? Strictly Come Dancing!) It wasn’t overly interesting either, but I watched it anyway. (I promise I have a point here!) And news that David Tennett’s leaving Dr Who in 2010! I swear I heard that somewhere before, but anyway…

When anyone won an award, they went up there and acted all shocked that they’d won, and thanked everyone, as if they hadn’t prepared what to say, when they most likely had and were probably expecting to win. (There’s the odd genuine person, but come on!) That’s kind of what I’m doing here. I mean, I haven’t won anything and I don’t have anyone to thank (except Jamie for being awesome and offering out the halos and being a great twitterer! Thanks Jamie!). So the similarities are where? Well I believe they’re everywhere. Not just in this post, but also in lots of things I write: occasional blog posts, tweets, NaNoWriMo and even things I say. I’m not very confident at speaking my opinion, so I’ll plan out what I’ll say again and again before actually saying it. That’s exactly what I do with writing; I half planned this blog post out like last week. (For if I won, and got to post one, I mean) I suppose that is my main writing fear: rambling, making no sense, and being laughed at. It’s a lack of confidence issue.

With NaNoWriMo, that disappears. Mainly because I only have 30 days to write 50,000 words: there’s no time for pre-planning or thinking! (I mentioned it earlier, but I meant in the capacity of before Nov. 1st, when I can’t write.) Yet it’s because of more than that. It’s because everyone is in the same boat. Because no-one has to read it apart from me. Because reaching 50k will be an achievement even if it’s rubbish. (Notice the positive, I will not I might!) And because there will be people who don’t reach 50k or who’s novel is worse than mine or who aren’t happy with their novel. Therefore it doesn’t matter how bad my writing is, and there is no need to feel self-conscious. Or if there was, there no longer is, as I think I’ve convinced myself… maybe!

Despite all the above, I will feel self-conscious. I will worry whether my plot is going anywhere, and I will wonder whether I should scrap the whole thing. I will pre-plan. (Probably during hours of sleep, or supposed sleep) I will also attempt to fit 25 random phrases into my novel. (I’m looking forward to the challenge! Try it: write some random words/phrases and challenge a friend to use them!) I will think, and I will ramble or make no sense. I won’t do it because I don’t believe all the reasons in the paragraph above, and I won’t do it because of anything else unique. I’ll do it because that is what NaNoWriMo is made of. The basis of all good NaNovels is fear, struggles, almost giving up, rambling and not making sense. In spite of that, they are also made of fun, breakthroughs, succeeding, not giving up, conciseness and making sense.

Sure, I might not be the best judge, considering this is only my second year and last year I gave up and I failed miserably with around 4000 words. If you want, don’t just take my word for it. Take a peek at the forums or ask a more experienced Wrimo. I’m pretty sure they’ll agree with me though, it’s been tried and tested successfully! No matter how much caffeine, how well outlined your plot is, how long you spend writing, there’s a high chance you’ll see that for yourself, if you haven’t already.

I think that is pretty much all I have to say. It was really fun to write this, so I probably should write on my own blog more… I won’t though, trust me! If you’re attempting NaNoWriMo this year, good luck! If you happen to have the same confidence issue as me, don’t worry about it! (I mean you can if you want, but I don’t!) And if you survived reading this all, congratulations!

Oh and by the way, my name is Vicky and I’m a fourteen-year-old NaNoWriMo attempter from England. My NaNoWrimo account can be found here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/205261 so feel free to buddy me! My Twitter account is @vickyness and finally, thanks for reading my guest post!

P.S. One final note, at time of finishing writing, there is 1 hour 50 minutes until NaNoWriMo officially starts! I’m seriously scared now!