Sunday, November 1, 2015

Ladies and Gentlemen ... Welcome to NaNoWriMo!

So NaNo opening day, what a doozy. With some crazy family things going on yesterday, I had to make a trip to my dad's house and didn't get home until about 11 o'clock this morning. Add that to some overdue house chores (no clean dishes in the kitchen: at all) and grocery shopping (yes this was necessary. I have to eat this week.) Anyway, I got to the kick off write in with my handy dandy notebook and wrote a good six pages. I know this equals somewhere around the daily word count goal, but until I type it up I won't have today's official count.

So I thought today would be a good day to talk a little about writing style. Now that term is going to mean something different to readers and writers, or at least have more contexts to a writer. In this case though I mean the method in which the author goes about writing the novel. I like writing in a physical notebook then typing everything up.  I write in purple ink. This was not a conscious decision, it was just that I have several colors of pens and pencils available but I noticed at some point several years ago that, even while everything else didn't seem to have any particular color, my story and novel writing were almost always done in purple.
Some NaNo swag, a postcard (new bookmark!) and stickers from this and a previous year

One thing I started doing during the 2013 NaNo, that I know bothers about anyone I write with in real life meetings is that I gave up on paragraphs. My writing notebook is a solid chunk of purple cursive with the occasional strike through, scribble out, or kanji. Oddly enough there are multiple kanji that have made it into my shorthand. 水 日  母 父 木 気 and the syllabic と have all made it into common usage in my English writings, along with some English equally useful things such as @ and #.
A solid chunk of purple cursive with no paragraphs

As a parting word: Today in the land of NaNo...
A priest found a drowned man in the flotsam of a shipwreck on the beach. When removing the man for burial he saw that there was a child also caught up in the wreckage. The child was weak, but still breathing.

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