This November marks my first attempt at nanowrimo. It’s surprisingly terrifying.
One of the main problems is that I find it really difficult to write on the computer straight off. Inspiration only seems to strike when I use a pen and paper, either when I’m in the bath with a soggy note pad or in between calls at work where I have to jot things down on scraps. I shouldn’t be surprised because that’s always where my ideas start, but as romantic an old fashioned as it sounds its really annoying. Still, at least there are little bursts of something here and there.
I don’t expect to finish but I expect it to make me write.
Whilst I’m not on the phone to the bastard-book-buying public and I’m not daydreaming about plots I mostly read this:
which is another one I found on my mums bookshelf…or actually in a box of books she was taking to the charity shop (I found three in there – we have different tastes in what should be charity shopped)
My favourite story has been The Rain Horse by Ted Hughes. I’ve never read any of his writing before and now I can’t wait to read more. (Despite his catastophic affect on women… I promise I’ll read double the Plath afterwards. )
The other nano problem is that I’m writing a blog rather than the actual novel.
