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NaNoWriMo

Earlier this month, Jess suggested I take part in NaNoWriMo.

I laughed.
Then I thought about it for 12 hours and said, Sure!
Then I started recruiting other people to join. If I can do it, working 50 hours a week, so can you!

People have begun asking me, What's your plan?

Plan? I asked myself, I need a plan if I want to write a novel in a month?

So now I need a plan.*



*I at least have an idea for the story. I was telling Amelia last night that I haven't decided on what big crisis will kick-start everything, and she said, "I think she should be dying."


"No," I said, my nose wrinkled, "because then I already know how it ends."
"How?" she asked.
"She dies," I said, "obviously."
"Unless..." she suggested slowly, "it's Star Trek."


She looked startled, surprised by herself, "Oh my gosh. 2008 Amelia would never have even thought that."
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  1. Teagen12:54 AM

    Beth,

    I've also considered doing NaNoWriMo. So are you? It seems like it would be the perfect motivation to actually get a rough rough draft written in a non-ridiculous amount of time. Also, November is the perfect watching-rain-fall-outside-from-a-coffee-shop-window month. . .

    Fun! Challenging! Thought-provoking!
    Teagen

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  2. J.r. Fisher2:29 AM

    I'm in. Give me an excuse to finish up that one I've been writing. Or should I do a totally different and new story?

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  3. Beth11:36 AM

    Teagen! Do it. This will give us another excuse to interact. And you will be proud of yourself at the end...

    JR - official rules are that it is a new project...but unofficially, I say do either!

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  4. Jess Versteeg11:01 PM

    my fav part about Nanowrimo is that you can do ANYTHING! you want. The whole concept is about writing a novel-length thing, it doesn't have to be anything near something you'd try to publish. and that's why it's FUNNN.

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  5. Alasdair12:16 PM

    It already sounds like Douglas Coupland.

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