NaNoWriMo

For those of you who haven't heard of National Novel Writing Month, you don't know what you're missing. The basic idea is simply to write 50,000 words between November 1st and 30th. It is not necessary to have a plot, or in fact any semblance of coherence. The point is quantity rather than quality; turning off your inner editor and just writing. It's often said that 99% of what a writer writes will be crap, so you need to write a lot of crap to get that 1% of good stuff. Sounds a bit mad, and I assure you, it is. ;)

So far, it has been an amazing experience. I've passed the 20k mark, and am extremely surprised to have gotten this far, but its such fun! Some days its been a slog, and I've had to force myself to write despite being tired, or having a headache. But other days it has been wonderful. I've gone sailing past my required daily word count, completely caught up in writing. So far I've written 3 complete short stories (though one would be better called a flash fiction piece), and I am fully intending to edit them later and try to get them published. I'm not saying they're wonderful, but I really enjoyed writing them, and felt very proud when I finished them.

I just have to say, that you will never meet such a bunch of crazy, funny and friendly people as you will while attempting this. It has a thriving community with so many people trading tips on writing, plot realism, dares to spark off a wavering plot, and just offering huge amounts of support. People getting discouraged after the first couple of days are met with a slew of posts offering advice and encouragement to keep at it. I've been enjoying it so much, I'm not sure what I'll do come December! I am definitely doing this again next year. :)

Assignment, part 3

The final freewrite attempted as part of my assignment:

Focused freewrite - Prompt 'An overgrown garden'

Vines of ivy creep over the walls, so dense that you'd almost think the walls were made of ivy. You're never quite sure if the walls are sheltering the jungle within, or merely containing it. Well, jungle is a bit of an exaageration, but not by much. Looking closely though, you might see hints of the original garden within the chaos that now reigned.

A large oak was the centrepiece, its long boughs casting a shadow over the garden. It was surrounded by what must have once been a well manicured lawn, but was now a haven for weeds. Around the edges of the garden were various flowerbeds. Originally it seemed they were a mix of shrubs and flowers, but were now an overgrown snarl, weeds choking the few original delicate flowers that remained.

But in all this chaos, there was still beauty; beautiful wildflowers alongside the choking weeds. One could still see the love and care that had been put into this garden once upon a time, and it shone through with its own beauty. And even in the prevailing chaos, there was an unexplainable feeling of peace within those walls. Sitting beneath the tree, I rested and was at peace.

Assignment, part 2

This is the second freewrite I attempted while doing my assignment:

Focused freewrite - Prompt 'A lost letter'

She sifted through the papers listlessly. Old bills and brochures and letters, Grandmother never threw anything away. What to do with all this stuff? She was supposed to be sorting her Grandmother's effects, but how could she throw anything away when the pain was still so raw? She sighed and flopped onto the chair with the sheaf of papers.

She started to read through them, trying to decide what should be kept, and what could be thrown away. Old bill, paid, toss it. Holiday brochure with money off coupon, expired twenty years ago, toss. And... how odd, an unopened letter, addressed, stamped, ready to post. She wondered for a moment if it was a bill or something she never got around to posting, but it was dusty and slightly yellowing like the other papers it was with.

She looked at it for a few moments, wrestling with her conscience. She didn't recognise the name or address on the envelope. Really though, what justification did she have for opening it, other than curiosity? Whatever was in the letter probably wasn't important anymore. On the other hand, who would it hurt? And perhaps she would learn something to comfort her loss.

Decided, she carefully opened the envelope and pulled out its contents.

Freewrite assignment

For my first assignment in the creative writing course I am studying, I was required to write a focused freewrite based on one of the provided prompts, and develop it into a short piece of fiction, biography or auto-biography. Three of the prompts yielded material which I may develop further, so here they are, beginning with the piece that I decided to focus on for my assignment:

Focused freewrite - Prompt 'A scar'

It was a curious scar, an odd curved shape, broken in the middle. I wondered what sort of accident could cause a scar in that shape. Particularly at the inner part of the elbow, how does one accidentally injure themselves there? Maybe I should stop staring and just ask. Or maybe not. I dare say the explanation is so mundane as to be remarkable purely for being so boring. Besides, how does one broach the subject? ‘Excuse me, I was staring at your scar and wondered what happened.’ Yeah, real slick. My reverie was interrupted by a gruff voice coming from the other occupant of my seat.

‘You gonna stop staring and ask?’

I flushed momentarily, but soon turned my embarrassment to anger.

‘Fine then, what happened to your arm?’

‘Well… it is a long and harrowing tale of woe. I’m afraid I’d barely be started ‘afore the journey’s over. So how’s about we find a café when we get off and discuss it over lunch?’ He said with a cheeky grin and an amused twinkle in his eye.

I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Sure, it’s a deal. If the story’s good enough, I’ll even foot the bill!’

‘And if it doesn’t meet your expectations m’lady, I’ll quite happily pay it, purely for the pleasure of your company.’

I laughed again. ‘Save the charm for the story-telling you smoothie!’