I’m taking my time on my edits for my book. I’m outlining things, writing short stories for support, and just generally truly putting my best foot forward like I could not seem to do in Kelst and Ayne. I feel good.
I still haven’t written the first word in the new manuscript (I like burning the first one, and using the corpse as a reminder of things which were). I know what it will be, or an approximation. “Kess watched a man with peculiar yellow skin and strange black clothes enter the Cliffs of War.” My concept is the first sentence should be a story in itself. It should create questions which will be there for some time. From one writer I respect, basically this first hook should be the last one resolved, and it very much so is one of the final resolutions.
However, as I prepare to start writing, to continue this journey and see it through, there’s been another challenge issue. For the love of all that is good, there are actually a full three issues every year. While customarily there is a November contest, there is also the belligerent April and July contests. It’s called Camp NaNo and it’s to keep writers frosty so we don’t find ourselves in a lull until November, where, as a rusty tool, we must grind down the unwanted oxidation, polishing the edge until we’re razor sharp. By the time this is finished, it’s December and we bemoan our ineptitude. Camp NaNo is to keep us primed, even allowing us to create our own, far more realistic and boring, word count.
You even get a support group given to you by fate. In which I feel horrible because last year I ignored them. They were lovely people from what little I didn’t ignore them.
But I’m a fool, so I signed up. I will be doing a 25,000 word anthology. It will be a compilation of short stories based upon G’desh. We will see how it goes.
Hopefully your own writings are proving strong! If you want to join my cabin, I’m kess82.
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