It's the second day of June and a rather glum looking day here at The Castle Morgan, so I'm using the gray skies and raining weather to do a little writing.
For the first time, I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo. For those unfamiliar with this, in the more simplistic way I can tell you, it's one month to write a book of 50,000 words.
I thought, "Hey Lisa- you finished the third Maggie Henning book, how about you give this a try?"
I love me a challenge :-)
There is no set theme or genre for NaNoWriMo and no limit to how many words you write a day (although I have set my bar pretty low- at least 1700 words a day) so i decided to take this test to another level.
I shall be participating in this, but to make it a little more complex than merely the number of words, I have decided to write outside of the genre I typically work in.
The story I'm working on is a romantic comedy with NOTHING PARANORMAL! I know what you're thinking- "Holy Smokes! How did Lisa get away from vampires and witches and monsters? (of course you also ended that question with the obligatory 'oh my!') And there in lies part of the challenge for me.
I wanted this to be a test, a real test. I wanted to push myself into writing something I wouldn't normally do. This exercise is for enjoyment. maybe the tale will stink like a horse barn in August- who's to say? But maybe not.
I'm 36 hours into the camp, and sitting at 4,685 words... not too shabby to start with. I thought I'd share the first little snippet of the story here, and i will blog about the experience as I go.
Are you participating in Camp NaNoWriMo this month? If so, or if you have in the past, what are your thoughts about the experience? I'd love to hear!
So, here is the opening of FOR GLORY'S SAKE, my challenge work for Camp NaNoWriMo.
And as ever- HAPPY READING!
Tony swings the rusted ‘83 Ford Escort hatchback, sans muffler, into the pitted driveway. The car doesn’t automatically cease running because he turns the ignition off. It more or less shudders itself into dying, shaking as if it’s a wet Lab. He uses his shoulder, forcing the stubborn death trap into freeing him. Once more, Tony kisses his Saint Christopher’s medallion while he lifts and slams the door closed.
“That necklace is only going to keep you safe for so long. Eventually, even Jesus is gonna laugh at that piece of shit you drive,”
Lisa C. Morgan
author, mother, reader, fangirl, harbinger of doom, and extreme nerd