I have a dear friend who pronounces the acronym for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) “Na-No-REE-Mo” while I pronounce it “Na-N0-RYE-Mo”. My logic? It’s not WREETING, it’s WRITING, so why would you change the pronunciation when you abbreviate writing.
A quick Wikipedia check for NaNoWriMo tells me it’s pronounced /ˌnænoʊˈraɪmoʊ/ I took one look at that and said, “What the hell is that? Why is there an upside down greek letter omega in there? I thought pronunciation symbols were supposed to help, not make things more confusing”. Though I think “ai” would prove me right.
I know I’m obstinate. I know it doesn’t matter. I know I don’t plan on losing my friendship over this, but it’s one of those pet peeves of mine – I don’t like embarrassing myself in public with mispronunciations. I also don’t like OTHER people embarrassing themselves with mispronunciations either.
At any rate, it’s that time of year again, when NaNoWriMo is just around the corner in November. I’m considering joining the madness again, despite the fact that I failed to complete NaNo the prior two years. Life got in the way. Which is sometimes a good thing.
I’m going through some old posts on another blog to see if I want to rise to the challenge again. I found this interesting one from last year:
7 days into NaNoWriMo.
19 pages and 8,363 words in.
3306 words ‘behind’ schedule.
I write for a while, take too long of a break for research, sometimes goofing off in the process. I got behind because yesterday we had a birthday party for my niece my sister threw. I had to run out to do some shopping for it, and then attend the party. I was glad for the diversion and family time, but it set me back quite a bit.
I try to write in the morning and in the late evening, about 8 pm or so. This way the rest of the time I devote to a little bit of household tasks and family time.
I’m learning a lot through the process, since it is semi-autobiographical. Things that happened to me are happening to the protagonist, because I have a dual purpose in mind. I want to understand some events that have happened to me a little better. I’m finding that I’m interpreting events a lot differently now that time has past and the emotional charge of the incidents have dissipated. I’m also finding out that wise words come to me through the re-telling of old stories. My protagonist, a woman, has a male friend, who is kind of like a Jubal Hershaw character, from Stranger in a Strange Land. The friend is like him in that he is older, wiser, intellectual, and philosophical, but only slightly more so than his junior protege/love interest. In between writing sessions, I consider different options in my head about what the characters would do and say. I came up with a whole little dialogue between the two of them, and I had to run and grab a piece of paper to write it down because I didn’t want to miss it.
I actually woke up one morning replaying a scene in my head that I wrote about. It’s kind of strange how the story is becoming a part of my daily thought processes even when I’m not writing. I wonder if that happens to other writers.
But I do get stuck in parts…which is natural. So I take a break for some reading other material. That’s another reason why it’s so slow going – I’m reading those other books, trying to gather a feel for the tone, the flow, how details are handled and some of the emotional tensions or characters play out in those stories. My own writing wouldn’t get slowed down if I didn’t do that…but, that’s kind of the way I roll. I go off on tangents and need to chase rabbits down rabbit holes until I’m satisfied. Then I come back to my writing with a fresh perspective.
The characters in my book and in a lot of the books I’m reading lately are a bit eccentric. I also realize I have a particular fascination for eccentric characters. I recently purchased Augusten Burroughs Running with Scissors from the thrift shop and during my breaks from my novel, I read it. I also stopped my writing to watch the movie, which oddly enough, made me a little more comfortable about MY childhood. I mean, my childhood was bizarre enough and some people can NOT really believe some of my stories I re-tell (I mean they do, because they know truth is sometimes stranger than fiction), but not THAT bizarre.
I realize my fascination for eccentric people makes me a little…eccentric.
I think I would be a lot farther in my own writing if I would stick to my writing and not these other things. But, it’s hard to keep on writing when you are at a part in the story that just seems flat and lifeless. And actually, I kind of don’t care if I care to finish in time. I mean, I’d like to, but it’s beside the point. I just want to see how this thing all resolves and find out if I can apply any of the wisdom my character is gaining to my own life.
I feel my interest being piqued again. And I DID find some wisdom through that writing, so in a way, even though I didn’t finish NaNo last year, I DID accomplish a goal through my writing.
Also in November, I’m excited to say, I’m going to a real life writer’s conference. I wasn’t sure if I was going to, given the fact it costs a bit and I and husband are still looking for employment, but I am really glad I decided to register.
It’s three hours away, south of me and I’ll be spending the night. First time in like, I think EVER have I gone away overnight by myself since I had my daughters. So that will be exciting.
At the writer’s conference, I will be learning more of the craft through a series of lectures with published writers. I can’t wait. Maybe I’ll actually get inspired to finish with the novel with a mid-month break to look forward to.
Now all I have to do is figure out what I’m going to write about.
I’ll be posting about that when I find out.