2010 NaNoWriMo – Success!

November has become an interesting month for this writer.

For a second year I participated in NaNoWriMo(National Novel Writing Month)  This competition (which is really just with yourself) is to write a 50,000 word short novel from November 1st to November 30th.

In 2010 –  2,872,682,109 words were written by all participants.  In 2009 32,178 people finished (I can’t find the 2010 statistic)

I am hesitant to assign the tag ‘novel’ to what is really a thirty day ‘free form’ writing practice that results in a ‘wild-mind’ first draft. It is not to be dismissed either, at least a first draft can edited, a blank page says nothing. Writers write…and this is exactly what participants are doing.

Completing 50,000 words is an accomplishment worth celebrating – and it is not just the completed first draft. Here are a few of the other lessons learned.

1) I can write anywhere, the conditions do not have to be perfect (at a tidy desk, in an atmospheric cafe, etc).

2) Stolen moments can be productive. It does not have to be large block of time. Only have fifteen minutes?….another 250 words can be added. It also keeps the ideas churning, many new and interesting plot points came out of these fifteen minute ‘bursts’.

I make a vow to never say that “I don’t have time.” Instead I may say that I am choosing to <<insert any pressing activity>> and I will make up the time <<insert a new time>>”. It is a subtle difference but it has a more positive feel and empowers oneself that they are actually making decisions instead of being buffeted by circumstance. Family, work, other commitments will naturally compete for your time. It’s having a back-up plan and when watching television or playing on-line games, etc, present themselves, you ‘choose’ to write. When November is done, this is a great habit to maintain your momentum. 

As writing is not my day job, I used weekends to play catch up and a few well placed days off mid month kept me on target. As can be seen in the graph, I settled into a routine towards the end. There was a buoyancy in the final two weeks when I found my stride and the stress was replaced by the feeling ‘I’m going to make it’.

My typical day was up early enough to write for an hour and a half before work. A cup of tea, computer primed the night before and left in stand-by mode, no clutter in the immediate vicinity. No checking emails, Facebook, or Twitter.

Another hour was required each night. Thankfully many nights I was able to devote larger chunks of time.  Did I miss some days? Of Course. The NaNoWriMo web site offers each registered author precise metrics to keep track of their progress.

3) Don’t Edit, don’t go back. Forward is the only direction that matters. At the end of my writing sessions I would try and break off before the end of an important scene. It is easier to pick up this thread and gain momentum than to start cold every day on a new chapter or scene.

Prior to starting, I would read the previous 200-300 words to get back into the story.

Want to make a continuity change? Make a note to yourself for the next draft and carry on.

4) Using a ‘Writing’ program can help keep track of characters, timelines, and POV shifts. Just make sure you spend the time learning how to use it well in advance of the November 1st start date.  I used Writer’s Cafe and was pleased with how it kept me organized. It’s strength is the storylines timeline that allows you to re-arrange index cards, by point-of-view , one card per scene, then these cards can be further set into chapters.  In the example below, my two main characters are Matthew and Matt. Within the structure of this piece, I switch point of view characters mid chapter (see synopsis below for more on why)

Screenshot from Storylines, a component of Writer’s Cafe

5) Plan ahead. I am not an outliner but I did benefit from the instruction of New York Times bestselling author Michael A. Stackpole. Prior to November 1st I spent time developing detailed character profiles. The story then grew from these collected thoughts.

6) Celebrate your progress with a writing group. I am fortunate to have a dynamic group of people that also competed. My thanks to the The Quillians. Don’t tackle it on your own.  Don’t have a group? NaNoWriMo offer regional groups in most areas of North America.

And after? Now comes the real work, taking my 52,000 words, expanding and creating a second draft that can be shared, a third draft that can be fine tuned, a fourth draft that can be re-written….. Here is a synopsis of my latest Novel: Mexican Film

Most people, at one time or another, wish they could be in two places at once. Mathew wakes up one day to find it has really happened.

An homage to the folk magic in Mexican films, a novel based in today’s world in the tradition of magical realism. Mathew’s double heads out on the ‘path not taken’.

The symbiotic relationship is at first is exhilarating as the two characters share experiences and knowledge. It is only when the two worlds bump up against each other that Mathew must find the Crone who cast the spell and merge the two persona’s back into one. Meanwhile his double begins wondering how he can make it permanent.

Just in case the  NaNoWriMo progress stats from the webs site are not enough, my daughter tracks my progress on a giant flip chart pad. This image is from completing the 2009 challenge.

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Sacred Space, Taos New Mexico

© 2010 Kevin S. Moul
Penitente Cross, Taos New Mexico, August 2010

In her 1976 autobiography, O’Keeffe explained, ‘…one evening when I was living in Taos [New Mexico] we walked back of the morada toward a cross in the hills. I was told that it was a Penitente cross but that meant little to me at the time. The cross was large enough to crucify a man, with two small crosses-one on either side. It was in the late light and the cross stood out-dark against the evening sky.’ Still active in northern New Mexico, part of the territory settled by the Spanish as early as the seventeeth century, Penitentes are secret lay brotherhoods that meet in remote moradas (chapels) near which they may erect crosses for their devout Passion week rites.” 

Text Source: http://www.davidrumsey.com/amica/

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Cool Breeze

It is a very special day in Arizona. The blue readout in the car broadcasts 75 degrees Fahrenheit and it’s 8:30am. Just a few days ago it would have read 95F. Something else to celebrate, the drought plagued Sonoran Desert is enjoying a light rainfall.

At the end of June I experienced a similar morning. A resident of Los Angeles stood next to me and told me, “It’s called June gloom”.  A low hanging mass of cloud shielded the sky but she assured me that “it wasn’t going to rain”. A small group had gathered on the 10th floor roof-top patio of the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. My other life, my ‘day job’ (not the writer/photographer) had brought me to a luncheon meeting in a very privileged location.

Standing at the railing, I allowed myself a moment to understand the view. The suspended mist acted as a shortsighted filter that softened the edges of the buildings that were more symbols of wealth than bricks and mortar. On a map my finger would be resting on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Rodeo Drive. At street level, tourists by the hundreds take pictures of the “Pretty Woman” hotel.

An elegant meal was served while animated conversations unfolded around me. I collected my notes in very different folders. My business purpose was very clear and focused on the task at hand. The lunch was dynamic exchange of ideas and networking amongst business associates and clients. On a more subtle level, something triggered a need to assume a more Zen like posture and truly connect with the place.

During the lunch it was a tactile sensation that triggered a memory. The intermittent appearance of the sun warmed my bare skull. Then during the in-between moments, the June gloom absorbed the warmth, a residual cool breeze wicked the moisture, applying a mask of coolness. For the scientist amongst us, the human body using sweat glands to cool, latent heat expelled through evaporation.

Residents of Arizona don’t often get to experience this. With an average annual humidity of under 10%, moisture evaporates before it can leave an impression. It is the same phenomena for chilled beverages. Arizonans can often be seen tracing circles in the bubbles that form on the outside of a glass, watching with uncommon fascination as the disturbance produces tiny rivulets that coat the end of the finger and run down the glass creating circles on the countertop.

But on that day in LA the coolness in the air was a poignant reminder that there was an ocean nearby — something else that this Arizona resident longs for.  In our world a cool breeze is always traced to an A/C unit.

On a very personal level the physical sense memory that emerged was from the previous summer. An idyllic week spent on the Northern Gulf Islands of British Columbia at Hollyhock, a retreat on Cortes Island.

It was a triptych of three specific memories. Idle time spent soaking in a hot tub gazing out at the ocean. Peaceful walking meditations on the cool corrugated tidal sands. And finally, the start of the journey home, a bitter sweet water taxi ride back to Campbell River. The first of many transfers en route to Arizona. The rush of the bow in the dark waters, the wind curling around the fiberglass bulkhead, no hair on my closely shaved scalp to be tossed in my face – just the sweetness of salty air and a gentle coolness as delicious as a scalp massage.

At the time I was acutely aware of the threshold that I was crossing, leaving the embrace of a sacred place and returning to my everyday life. A life which a year later took me to Los Angeles and a day which had me looking up at the June Gloom and awakening to those memories.

A simple cool breeze generated a flush of gratitude to be able to connect these seemingly disparate moments, those in-between moments. That wasn’t ‘my other life’ but a continuum of this one that as a writer I get to string together with words.

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