proserie

The Marleys were dead, to begin with

Off to a running start with a word count of 1,200.

Yeah so, I decided about twelve hours before it began that I’m going to be participating in Camp NaNoWriMo for the month of June. To get all the rest of the crap written that is supposed to be in my first novel but is not in there right now.

This is about the same way I decided to participate in my first NaNo in November 2010. Granted I didn’t complete it that year, but it was pivotal in getting things moving. Here I am a year and a half later (much procrastination interspersed) with half a novel – far more than I have ever possessed before. And yes, though I have had serious segments of procrastination, I like to think that each segment is getting progressively smaller. Maybe that’s just my perception. Whether it’s true or not, I prefer to err on the side of optimism when it comes to big, sparkly goals.

Ideally, I will think up premises for missing scenes during the day, and write them at night. And then wake up and do it all over again. For thirty days. [already tired] BUT I WILL PERSEVERE!

Took a stab at rewriting the beginning last night. I probably won’t keep this one either, but I needed to get the idea out of my head so I can find out which parts are actually worth keeping. It’s good in that it allows me to introduce characters at a more reasonable pace. None of this “8 main characters in two chapters” mess. Even though the rough rough draft began with Camille, I am 90% certain that the real thing will start with Jul. It just seems more appropriate. She’s arguably my most sympathetic narrator, so I think she’s my fastest way to hook readers. Which is, after all, the whole point of a first chapter.

I probably won’t know what the first chapter needs to be for some time yet. Ah well. In the meantime, I’m going to work on those ninjas I keep promising. [crosses fingers]

Ganbatte, writer-san.

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