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NaNoFiMo Redux

Well, squids and squidlets, it’s nearly November, and that means another Nanowrimo is upon us.

As y’all may recall from past years, I am a fan of Nanowrimo. There are plenty of people who will tell you that what it produces is a bunch of terrible dreadful awful manuscripts hacked together by non-writers who think that because they can type with two fingers, they can produce the Great American Novel, to which I say “Yeah, and how is that different from the OTHER eleven months of the year?”

Bad writing is with us always, we will not escape it in our lifetimes, we must learn not to fear it. Yes, much of Nanowrimo output is crap, but so is much of everything else, and some very good books are writ that might otherwise languish in somebody’s brain forever. So that’s a good thing.

I, however, am too damn busy to start another novel come November, particularly when I have some lovely manuscripts languishing on back burners (The thing with the moths…the evil Little House of the Prairie thing…the thing with the goblins…that Snow White thing…) and when I have books that people have already bought and paid for that they would probably like delivered by deadlines. So once again, this year I am doing NaNoFiMo…National Novel Finishing Month.

My two projects to finish are the Bread Wizard (which is close! So close! I can smell how close it is!) and the script for Dragonbreath 8, working title Dreambreath. If I can get those done, I’ll try to knock down some words on one of the other projects, but those are my two goals for the month. Since art for Fairybreath should be done next week, I will hopefully have at least a month clear for some serious writing. (And who knows, maybe even a little art…)

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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You're writing an Evil Little House on the Prairie? Really? Is this going to be like the Peter Pan deconstruction you just wrote?

Want. Now.

Read through her entire LJ and you find all sorts of wonderful frustrating snippets of fiction...

Elf vs. Orc...The Scent of Rosemary...The freaky Bluebird story with the hedgehog and the bird golems...Various things related to that brothel that's built into a tree...

The snippet is somewhere in the archives here, and was utterly fascinating.

Argh. If I start dipping into ursulav's archives, they'll find me years later. My obituary will read, "She just couldn't tear herself away." But thanks...

Here. I had it in my LJ memories, which is about the only way I could have found it without needing a spotter to hold onto the lifeline to pull me out of the archives.

Thanks for the link. My word.

I have no interest in Little House, but Ursula's version? I want it. :)

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