Week two of Camp NaNoWriMo has just ended. For those who don’t know what it is, Camp NaNoWriMo is basically a smaller version of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), in which you can set your own goal. For NaNoWriMo your goal is 50k, but for Camp NaNoWriMo I set my goal to 15k. This is not a lot but I’ll be going on a vacation in the middle of July and won’t be able to write from then on.
I am currently in a small writing slump, I’m at a chapter and I don’t really know how to finish it. I’m sure I’ll figure it out once I get myself to actually write some more. Yesterday I wrote only 60 words and that’s a big disappointment for me. I can do better! I’m going to try to write at least 1000 words today but I’m pretty sure that won’t reach it. It’s already late afternoon, and I haven’t written more than 150 words… I’ll try though!
I found that I am really good at randomly improvising and adding in characters or storylines on a whim. Sometimes it just clicks and I write a thousand words about stuff that isn’t even in my outline. I created a character that I think will have quite an important role later in the story. I’ve also gotten to know my characters better, especially Noa. I really like how all the characters come alive on the paper.
Day 1-2: 1,263 (total: 6,393)
Day 3: 1,079 (total 7,472)
Day 4: 1,048 (total 8,520)
Day 5: 795 (total 9,315)
Day 6: 810 (total 10,125)
Day 7: 1,046 (total 11,171)
Day 8: 864 (total 12,035)
Day 9: 60 (total 12,095)
“She wasn’t a girly girl, but she liked the idea of being one. Like a fairytale, wearing a flowery dress with her hair done up, with her prince coming to rescue her from the tower. Only, that prince never came and it was just her, in the tower she built for herself. A tower of solitude in a city of thorns.”
“She looked pitiful at the horses. They weren’t meant for dragging people around, they were meant for grazing. Noa also wasn’t meant for dragging kids around, but what she was meant for, she hadn’t discovered yet.”
“Brim never was good at finding the right words. His words always got lost somewhere in his head, and when they finally came out, he was too late to say them. So he stayed silent.”
“He flustered, his cheeks turning red. Emery didn’t know whether flirting with him was a bad idea or not. Flirting just came so easy to her, and, she thought, not flirting would make it even more awkward.”
How is your writing going? Making any progress? What did you think of my snippets and aesthetics? I’m off to write again! (hopefully more than 60 words haha)