Knit. Knit. Knit. Purl.

solitude-within-the-silence:

Fuck.
I’ve lost all motivation for my NaNoWriMo project…
IT’S ONLY DAY FUCKING 2.

I can relate…

johnwatsonfeels:

tomorrow is nanowrimo

… I WILL DO IT THIS YEAR

newspaperhummingbird:

NaNoWriMo…  it is begun

I still don’t have any of the important thing… like a plot, or characters, or background… 

/derp

Nevermind thinking about plots and characters and what I am actually going to write. Because I still have no idea. I am thinking about the important stuff… the physical good of which I need on hand for NaNoWriMo success.

I’ve participated like 4ish years in a row, maybe more than that on my own, and I have failed every time. Last year was the closest to victory I have reached, with a whopping 26k words by mid month and then I dropped the work like it was a hot brick, even though I looked at it recently after ignoring it for months and months, and by all accounts it could have been much worse. I am writing for myself, first and foremost, and I didn’t hate it. So that was cool.

• Warm, cozy wearables. Fingerless mitts. Slouchy hat… all handknit.
• A cozy and cute sweater hoodie of some kind.
• Some form of beer or wine.
• Tea… lots of tea for when it may be inappropriate for beer or wine…
• Coffee. For the caffeine.
• Spotify playlist.
• Headphones.
• Scrivener.
• Wordcount dragon plush.
• Print out of Pixar’s Storytelling rules.
• Index cards with names, character ideas, plots…

You know? The one that I quit 30k words in because “I hated it”? 

Well, reading it yesterday, there were indeed some definite problems with it (well, duh… it’s a NaNo), but I don’t know why I hated it so. The FMC was kind of funny, really. Maybe a little Mary Sue, but for some reason I keep forgetting that 100% of my fiction writing isn’t for anyone else but me. The point is for me to have fun and tell the story that’s been playing over and over in my head for years now. 

I’m actually thinking about working on it a little and adding some scenes and just playing with the story some more. 

I am so sick of pizza (two nights in a row… blech. But the D&D group wanted to order it) and NaNoWriMo. I just kind of want to die from NaNo at this point. I hate my boring main characters and side characters, I hate my plot, and I hate everything about it.

/angst

I was so looking forward to hitting 25k on time yesterday, but a weekend of no writing has really screwed up my game plan.

Thankfully I have a meet coming up on Saturday and a day alone (hubby is going to an airsoft game). That should give me plenty of time for both Skyrim and writing.