2.12.11

nanowrimo - week five

To the winners circle!
This blog is the fourth in a series following my experiences joining the other plucky individuals across the globe participating in National Novel Writing Month.

The challenge: write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November.
Check the links below for the previous weeks blogs:


Well, it's all over, 30 days of literary abandon, each filled with nearly 2000 words poured and sweated over. 
I'd love to say that the whole thing the cool breeze I felt blowing through on week one but that would be very far from the truth, in fact the last few days were particularly gruelling. 


Having the challenge to write so much in such a short period of time had both its benefits and its chores. While it does achieve the wonderful goal of having you plough out the basis of an idea and really break the back of a plot, I found that one many occasions I began to think of writing as a chore, a daily task to be handled in order to pass the day, much like brushing ones teeth.
Writing at its best if a free flowing of ideas, where it seems thoughtless yet well crafted, sadly at its worst (and with a constant check of word count on the horizon) you are persistently fighting your own apathy, which in itself is great but when the words just aren't flowing...


What I can say is that NaNoWriMo is a fantastically organised idea, and a great feeling when and if you cross that finish line. The community aspect has been one of the biggest benefits. I have met some curious, interesting and genuinely fun people, who, via the forums or chat, are always on hand to offer assistance through experience or to throw a spanner in your works with a dare. 
Even if you begin the month without an idea one can easily cobble together a plot from other peoples gladly cast off ideas. 


Below is a decidedly concise poem by a friend of mine (who can be found here:) I found it quite apt for any literary type and the ever present feeling of needing to read or write seemed to ring quite true for the end of NaNoWriMo.



Bookcase
The bookcase looms
Square-shouldered.
Five gaping mouths,
crammed with teeth.
One of us will eat the other
And I’m the hungrier.


So I suppose I should tell you what this novel's about as some people have asked to read it. It is centred around a young man with a very rare genetic disorder called Xeroderma Pigmentosum which destroys his body's ability to repair the damage done by ultraviolet light, essentially he is allergic to sunlight.
I chronicles his life from the age of sixteen when, after years of confinement and safe guarding by his mother, he sets out into the world at night. 
If you do wish to read please bear in mind that this is as rough as rough gets, typos and grammatical errors galore and ends very abruptly and without conclusion.


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