Writing 50,000 words in the summer sounded like a fantastic idea when I decided to partake in Camp NaNoWriMo. I do very well in November for NaNoWriMo so I should have success in June, right? So very, very wrong. As it currently stands, I have a little over 13,000 words and only 9 days left. Clearly, I will not make it to 50,000 as I lack the word stamina for 4,100 words a day for the next 9. While word count is disappointing, progress has not been so.
I am very close to finishing out two of my projects. 10 pieces have been written for A Hundred Flames, bringing the project’s current count to 80/100. 20 pieces were written for Smoke and Spirit, bringing the project to 76/100. Not bad for minimal writing over 22 days. Hoping that I can get another 10 or so pieces before the month is over. My goal is to have both projects done in their entirety by the end of the August session of Camp NaNoWriMo. I think such is a realistic goal.
Life might have other ideas but must plan for the best case scenario. Writing doesn’t really have a worse case scenario. Have to love to write and write for the love of it above all other things. Yes, it would be nice to have said writing eventually make lots of money and provide some essence of notoriety but that should not be the driving force. In the end, it is about the words and the emotions they invoke.
Other plans for the end of August are to get The Breath of Summer completed and published along with editing Little Lines I Shared With Death. Little Lines is a collection of pieces I wrote in my youth. I am a bit nervous about sharing those works because I was discovering my voice. Not my finest works but they do embody a torrid of important moments/memories that are probably worth sharing. Granted, I’m still learning how to express myself through words and will always be, but the words of the youthful transgressions are more unpolished and raw.
Back to coaxing my muse out to play with the promise of an Iced Caramel Latte….