August 1, 2019
I have been participating in NaNoWriMo for 10 years, and Camp NaNo in April & July for each of the last 5 years, for a grand total of 20 attempts. This is the first time that I have finished a brand new writing project during one of the month-long events. It is a rough draft memoir about motherhood and mental health.
It’s ugly. It’s nowhere near done. And it will probably stay that way. However, I did learn a few things about myself during this process — and got a new novel idea, which I started mapping out today!
Honestly, I don’t feel that much different than I did a week ago — except that now I have actually set a writing goal that I achieved. I always get around to getting it done, but never on time. Frankly, my confidence about my writing has been in the toilet lately. There’s been a lot of *meh* in my notebooks these last few years.
- My lack of teasable and usable ideas
- My inability to commit to any ideas long enough to create something worth getting excited about
- My obvious ignorance about the entire process
- ADHD (that actually explained A LOT)
- Lack of time &/or focus in my personal life
- Overall ennui
To be able to say that I pushed through even when I had no idea how I could, would or should, has been a boost to morale around my writing desk. I know that I can finish these other projects. More than knowing that I can, I now how to get it done. I’m excited to move onto my next project, and I hope it turns out to be worthy of sharing.
Keep on scribbling!
May 31, 2019 – Friday
My goal for this week was to update my website and finish a chapter on my work-in-progress. I was able to update my website last night, although I have made a mental note to *never* attempt to do that again from my mobile. What a nightmare! I haven’t been able to write much today, but I did work on my book cover. I’m not sure I like it yet, but I needed something as a placeholder for another spot.
So, there you have it. I’m not a graphic designer, nor have I ever claimed to be. This one doesn’t sing to me. I may have to get my husband on the payroll once I finish the book. This is kind of his day job area.
My goal for this project is to complete the 1st draft before June 30th so that I can use July’s Camp Nanowrimo to work on edits. Ultimately, I want this completed by Labor Day. After that, I’ll have to figure out the publishing parts!
As of May, I am still writing the 1st draft of my Camp Nano project, working title: IDEK: Letters on Motherhood. I didn’t actually get as much written in April as I wanted, but May has been much more productive. I’m aiming for a completed rough draft for Summer Camp Nanowrimo in June!
In April, I am participating in Camp Nanowrimo. My current project is an expository collection of short stories based on life after Motherhood. It’s weird and ugly, and beautiful – and not enough people talk about it honestly.
In January, I gave birth to my third child – a daughter – and began the planning of my latest work.
November: I missed the first day of NaNoWriMo 2017 due to what I now know was impending illness. As of November 5th, I am struggling to catch up. However, the idea is strong in my mind and I am determined to get it out into the world where it can bother someone else. It is a conceptual blended theme which is loosely based on the loss of my partner’s parent.
Working title: Letters to My Husband
June 2017 – Wrapping up the latest work, a self-help style memoir focusing on meditation for beginners, and how to incorporate the practice into your daily life.
July 2017 – Camp Nanowrimo, a summer version of the very popular NaNoWriMo. This summer I will be writing a sometimes-fictional collection of stories about growing up on Keuka Lake, New York. It’s a collection of tall tales, campfire stories and the recollections of an aging child of flower children about the juxtaposition of a guarded, yet wild childhood. Visit my author page to follow along.
July 2017: Shadowboxing (IP) – a fictional collection of stories dealing with the realities of anxiety & depression, and the effects of these symptoms on young adults’ lives.