If youāre a novelist, you have likely heard of NaNoWriMo, otherwise known as National Novel Writing Month. Held every November, this is when writers all around the world buckle down with a challenge of writing 50,000 words in 30 days. If youāve never heard of NaNoWriMo, you can read about it here:
The benefits of NaNoWriMo is that it forces writers to get out of their own heads and just put pen to paper (or more realistically, fingers to keys), slamming out a story without thinking too hard about it. However, thatās also one of the biggest challenges ā gettingā¦
NaNoWriMo is coming up! All right, itās technically coming up in November. However, itās never too early to start thinking about NaNoWriMo, itās only too early to start writing for NaNoWriMo.
From the website: National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30. Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought fleetingly about writing a novel.
Hereās a little history on how National Novel Writing Month began.
NaNoWriMo was foundedā¦
Last night, Chrissy Teigen and John Legend shared the devastating news of the loss of their unborn baby boy, Jack. With the news, they posted photos that chronicled their pain, including one of Chrissy crying on the hospital bed, and another that showed them holding their child.
Many followers offered their support with heartfelt messages and empathy over this kind of loss. Some offered stories of their own loss.
Others ridiculed them for posting photos of their pain, their choice of filters, and accused them of seeking attention.
And then thereās the #ohchrissy hashtag thatās trending on Twitter rightā¦
He would have been eighteen today. We would have had eighteen years of memories, including cold Saturday mornings on the soccer field, late nights finishing up school science projects, nursing heartache over love gone wrong, preparations for prom, and excitement over post-graduation plans. Through the years, he would have been one more forehead to kiss goodnight, another body to cuddle on family movie nights, and another beloved child to celebrate with cake and candles, sports trophies, and school awards nights.
Instead, he is remembered as a fairly easy pregnancy that ended unexpectedly in the seventh month, throwing me into aā¦
I know youāre tired. I know you have times when you wonder what the point is. You wake up early, stare at that blank page, and arenāt sure why you even bother. You have things you want to say, but youāre afraid no one will listen. Sometimes you wonder if you actually do have things to say, or if writing has just become an extension of your ego.
Whatās the point?
There is one, but first let me tell you a few stories.
āWhen I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around lonelinessā¦
Remember back when you first decided to become a writer? The words probably flowed easier back then, am I right? That was before you started receiving unsolicited opinions about your writing, before your family had ever read a word youād written, and before you realized just how hard writing really was.
Writing IS hard. But what makes it harder is when we allow external forces affect the stories we have to tell. In response, many of us self-sabotage our writing career without even knowing it.
Your self-sabotage might look like this:
Comparison is a tricky game. It starts out innocent enough, where you look up to people just ahead of you in the game. You might feel inspiration from their journey, along with all the possibilities it presents for your own journey. And then things shift. It could be a slow turning point or an overnight event, but suddenly your idolās journey doesnāt feel so inspirational anymore. It feels like an attack. You look at all the good things coming their way and wonder why they arenāt coming to you. You see their happiness in an Instagram selfie, or all theā¦
Itās probably not a surprise that I always wanted to be a writer. Itās all the things that came out of that dream that are surprising. And, just like most writers, it began with a love for reading.
Some of my earliest memories of reading started with the newspaper. First it was the comics. Then it was advice from Ann Landers. Eventually it was actual news stories. Almost all of it had to do with my dad. An early riser, my dad would already be a half pot of coffee in when I emerged from my bedroom, the newspaper spreadā¦
He told me it needed work. So I did the mature thing ā I decided to quit writing.
I spent the whole weekend writing, coming out of it with a short story that felt like the best thing Iād ever written. It had tension, a touch of humor, and enough emotion that I cried as I wrote the end. I pored over that piece, tweaking and polishing it until it read like perfection.
āIām done!ā I bragged to my husband, and he asked to read it, just as I hoped he would. Then I stayed out of his way soā¦
I spent July completely sober. In this time of COVID, thatās a strange thing ā especially since there are Zoom Happy Hours popping up everywhere you turn. However, Iād noticed that my occasional evening cocktail was turning into a daily occurrence, and it was affecting my mood, my sleep, my mornings, and my coping skills. I started viewing my nightly drink as an escape, and that just isnāt like me. So I took the month of July off from drinking.
For the most part, not drinking wasnāt a huge challenge. I mean, if it were something like giving up chocolateā¦
Iām all over the place, but I try to be honest in all of it. Find my books and musings at crissilangwell.com.