The author met her Camp NaNoWriMo goal early and bailed from her writer’s-hell cabin. In her hand, she held a slew of very rough draft short stories. She got a bit done on LAC 20, too.
Her focus is now on getting the proof of LAC 19, Sentinels, completed so it can be released. She’s hoping to see that happen by week’s end. If not, a May day in the very near future.
As always, we will keep you posted!
The almighty author is in the midst of Camp NaNoWriMo. We’ve decided to rename camp for her this year, though. We’re calling it RoWriShiMo. Has a lyrical sound to it, no? It stands for Roz Writes Shit Month. Seriously, she’s writing short stories from only writing prompts plastered all over her floor-to-ceiling whiteboard. She thought it would be fun, but, apparently, she failed to realize that she’d basically be starting from scratch every two-three days. She loathes the “between ideas” place more than anything, and maybe even worse, she technically finishes one but can’t edit it yet because it messes with the blessed word count. She calls it “unedited shit” and has no choice but to move onto the next one. In my estimation, this it not camp, not a retreat. No, this is author hell.
Luckily for us, though, the other day she had driven herself so mad that she chucked it all across the room and began working on LAC 20. We’re whispering that LAC 19 hasn’t been released yet, another thing that drives her mad. Maybe the next time she chucks her work, she’ll get on the stick and finish up with LAC 19 and get it out there.
Regardless, if you see RoWriShiMo emblazoned on a cabin, run the other way as fast as you can.
The author was working on short stories. That meant a whole frickin’ bunch of new people were kicking around up here in her head. Some were running around aimlessly, without their stories complete. Hell, one guy’s still running for his life. Anyway, we got damn sick of it: people asking for directions, people asking who the hell they even were, et cetera, et cetera.
So, we did what we had to do. We hijacked her by screaming our story louder than all of them collectively could ever have. And, most importantly, it worked. She’s more than halfway done transcribing our LAC weekend for us. We’re pretty happy with our devious selves, but we also know enough not to let our efforts lessen. She will finish our story first. We will see to it.
Lookie over yonder! Yep, she crossed the finished line five days early with 50,266. Go, Roz! She’s going to finish this chapter and then get her word-count validated so it says she’s a winner and not just a wiener with a bunch of words.
The book still isn’t finished. It’s still Saturday night, and a good way to tell what we’re up to is to consider the fact that her 50,000th word was “chocolate.” Put “hot” in for the 49,999th, and you can pretty much tell what we’re up to.
Raising our ten cups of hot chocolate with yours…
Here’s to her getting there and her continuing to see us through our weekend.
There’s a week left of NaNoWriMo, and she got less than 5,000 to go. Obviously, she’s ahead, and true to her overachieving self, she’s shooting to hit the magical 50,000 on Monday when the validate-to-win option comes into play.
As for the ever-lovable DWD, we’re still in Saturday evening, and there’s no way our weekend will be wrapped up in 5,000 words. In other non-countable words: Even if she wins Monday, the book will not be complete. We just finished dinner, and I know it’s hard to believe, but there’s a complication, a frickin’ wrench in the works.
We’re moving, though, and it’s pretty amazing that she’s actually keeping up with us this time. Where there’s a will, there’s a word-count.
To 50,000 and beyond!
Well, we just finished breakfast at Maggie and Susan’s. Now, everyone looks kind of grotesque, and that has nothing to do breakfast.
As you can see from the NaNoWriMo counter over yonder, the author is plugging away. She’s ahead of schedule, even taking into account that she has a standing commitment on Tuesdays that leaves her with none of the brain cells required to write.
Her motivation is flagging, though, I must say. The powers-that-be say that’s normal, but it makes the author as distracted as a toddler. Maybe we could have her write with alphabet blocks or something. We’re doing our best to keep her moving. In fact, we’ve been behaving like little angels. Okay, except for the stuff pertaining to the actual weekend. I mean as the major players in this book writing business, we have remained on task, haven’t taken her on any tangents, haven’t been playing head games with her. Yep, well behaved.
So please send some good thoughts in our direction. She can be very hard to live with. Oh, and if you have any extra Halloween candy lying around…
She’s writing! She’s writing at the speed of, well, a snail. A very speedy snail, though. A snail on roller skates. Make that a skateboard since I don’t think snails have feet. Just a gross snotty sucky thing. Jesus, who veered the conversation to this?
Anyway, yes, she’s writing here on the first day of NaNoWriMo. Most importantly, she’s writing about us! Claudia and I just arrived at Maggie and Susan’s. The smartass cop and Holly arrived mere moments before us. Let the games begin! … Fine, we’ll wait for the others.
Watch that Roz-O-Meter over yonder. It’s going to move by day’s end. This is going to be a looooog month.
Holy shit, we have been silenced far too long! Sometimes when life rains, it’s a frickin’ shit-storm. But, the author has weathered it (mostly) and fondly remembers us. Time, once again, for us to move on with our life.
She’s got some people in here that have nothing to do with us. She’s been hanging with them over the past weeks, trying to beef up those atrophied literary muscles. She plans to have them taken care of soon. Because you know what? NaNoWriMo starts on November 1st, and she’s all in again. She has a rough outline of LAC 18, which is kind of stupid in my estimation. We live the damn thing, we know what happens, and we’re more than eager to tell her—as we always have.
LAC 18 is a Maggie and Susan weekend. It’s November, which is good since she’ll be writing in November. She thinks the title is L-Word B-Word, not to be confused with L-Word C-Word, which is why she’s hesitant to give it that title. What, like we’re not bright enough to tell the difference? 🙄
She has a new office with a fireplace and a shitload of wood at the ready. She has a new coffee maker. She has a stockpile of snacks and Halloween candy. And, most importantly, she has us. Seriously, what more could she possibly need?
Except you guys.
We sure as hell hope you’ve weathered her shit-storm of silence and are still there. You’d better be, or we’ll have to send the cop out to find you. Or, God forbid, Ginny.
Well, the author went from cabin fever to spring fever. She is miserable, wandering from cold window to cold window cursing ground hogs. We have little choice; we must do something to ensure our survival. So, Monday, April Fools Day, we’re sending her to camp. Yep, Camp NaNoWriMo. The chick needs to write, and maybe if we lock her in a virtual cabin with five other writers, she’ll get moving again. She’s not shooting for 50,000 this time. One complete sentence would be better than she has done lately.
She has a Laura book all ready to begin with its outlines and sketches and maps. She’s in Chapter 6 of LAC 17, and speaking of which… Here’s Chapter 1 of said book, just to prove it exists and to remind her that she needs to get a move on!
Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Fwip.
Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Fwip.
Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Ba-doom. Fwip.
Rather calmly, I paced. Okay, calmly didn’t exactly go well with paced, but still.
