Camp NaNoWriMo // of goals and projects and lessons learned from the last time

April is approaching.

I can see the light of summer break at the end of the tunnel and the chapters left in my school books are decreasing, but then here comes Camp NaNoWriMo.

For those you don’t know, Camp NaNoWriMo is the summer version of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) where writers go nuts, trying to write an entire novel in 30 days.

The key difference is that for the “camp” you get to set your own goal. Whether it be only 5,000 words or writing for a certain amount of hours each week, you get to pick.

Despite the fact that the first two weeks of April are pretty packed with school projects, and even a trip out of town, I want to challenge myself and thus decided to try for 50,000 words again.

I barely made it in November (mainly because I ran out of things to write ha) but I made it nevertheless, had fun, and learned a lot.

Despite popular belief, professional authors don’t just sit down and write their perfect prose or brilliant plots first try. There is always that terrible first draft – or that “sloppy copy,” as my grandma says – that ends up being drowned beneath a pile of notes and edits.

I had struggled for so long with understanding that. I would stare at the screen in frustration, trying to pound out just one sentence to satisfy the standard I set. I would reorganize the words, then delete them, then type them all back again. It was both exhausting and depressing.

However, when you have only thirty days to write the entire thing, suddenly the time to be picky disappears. If I was going to survive NaNoWriMo I knew I was going to have to throw perfectionism out the window. It forced me to do it.

And I went from spending a year and a half on a first draft, to twenty-five days.

Now, I hope to pull it off again!

For Camp NaNoWriMo,  I will be writing (and I thought I was never say this) a sci-fi, time-traveling novel. Or at least I will be attempting to. 😉

The idea behind it all started when I was writing some quick flash fiction in November (during NaNoWriMo, in fact) and then I began wondering what it would be like emotionally for someone to actually be a time-traveler.

A few hours later I had typed up a total of six pages on the topic. Six pages of me just musing about it.

A nice little, six-page plot bunny.

Thankfully, once all the ideas that had been bouncing around my head were neatly outlined in a document, I was able to set it aside and get back to work on my NaNoWriMo project and focus without another distraction.

Since November, though, I have continued to brainstorm, flesh out characters, and sketch a plot as the sudden late-night inspirations hit. I scrawl them out on a scrap of paper I had been using as a bookmark or in the margins of my algebra homework.

The past couple weeks, I have been compiling them in preparation for Camp NaNo. Now my character notes filed in easy reach, and my scribblings on the plot points translated and typed from a gleeful mass of names and verbs into something legible.

So here I present for your scrutiny, a mock cover and blurb for my (hopefully) soon-to-be written novel, 51.


 

51_Mock Cover_2

Zeb was going to change the world.

He was on his way to the largest, most elite school of science, prepared to discover cures, build machines, and ultimately help those in need.

But the day before he was bound to leave, his father was shot by a man who vanished without a trace. And left in his hand was the note:

“No one lives past fifty here.”

 


 

Camp NaNoWriMo, here I come.

Until next week!

~ evelyn ~

 

The Mountain |a poem

The mountain grows beyond my reach,

It jags up, scaling high,

It’s nature’s tower built of stone,

And sculptured toward the sky.

With moss and trees and fields of green,

Where deer and bears do home,

With caves and trails and such fun things

Through which we long to roam.

What secrets lie within its paths?

What joys are there to find?

What quiet beauties wait our search,

To wander through the pines?

In silence soak in solitude,

Taste the peacefulness,

Among the mountains I shall go,

To seek my prayers and rest.

The Ballad of the Hungry Poet

I don’t normally rant about food. But ranting about it in poetry form? What could possibly be better than that? 😉 

Last year during NaNoWriMo, I needed a break and asked a writer-friend for a premise for a poem. This is what she gave me:

“Write a comedic poem about someone who’s really hungry and thinking about all sorts of food, but who is too lazy to get up off the couch and make lunch.”

And thus I set out on my quest, writing the largest piece I ever have on food.

Enjoy!


 

The Ballad of the Hungry Poet

 

My stomach growls and I begin to dream,

Of banana splits and chocolate ice-cream,

Some celery sticks and popcorn strings,

And many peanut butter covered things.

 

Of pies and meats and sugar sweets,

Of juicy pears in giant heaps.

I look across the room and see,

The kitchen shining heavenly.

I can smell the food that sits in there,

Hear it’s taunting call haunt through the air.

 

Ah food! A glorious thought that makes me shiver,

Baked beans, broccoli steamed, and cooked liver,

Bring them to me please, I beg you!

How I long to taste them all anew.

 

But the couch is such a comfort – so soft!

Why would I leave such a comfy loft?

But then, there’s pizza in the microwave,

The beeping signal it loudly gave.

Think how the cheese must melt so,

And how rich and tasty that would go.

The soft and warm bites I could take,

Now what a meal, that would make!

 

But the pillow is so soft and sweet,

That props my legs up and my feet,

Could I leave such a dreamy chair,

From it how could I myself tear?

 

My head is cradled by the cushions here,

My food is calling me to draw near,

To make some lunch,

For me to munch,

For me to crunch,

For me to cup in my hands.

To savor every little crumb of food

But then, I sigh and yawn, in the mood,

Not to move.

 

Must one give up one thing to receive another?

How come life has to be such a bother,

So measure what you want the most.

Oh how I long for buttered toast!

But do I want to move for that?

Which wins when they combat?

 

Mm… I can almost smell the turkey,

That in a tasty sandwich could be,

Or what about potato soup?

And something from the veggie group?

 

Like a handful of fresh tomatoes

So full and red and juicy are those,

Or some crunchy, tasty, cucumbers,

Of which could be eaten in great numbers.

 

Pickles always top the cake,

(Though not literally for goodness sake!)

And carrots dipped in hummus sauce,

Freshly cleaned and freshly tossed,

Come marching up for second best,

But are they better than my rest?

 

Oh I could go on and on!

From dawn till dusk and dawn again.

Of tasty food that brighten up my days.

Peppers: yellow, orange, and bright red.

And-

 

Or, you know what?

What if I just read a book instead.

 

The Liebster Blog Award

Another Friday dawns, and another post is sent via my electrical minions to your fake mail box.

Good morning!

Today I come with an award. The Liebster Blog Award to be exact, thanks to fellow blogger R.M. Archer tagging me. (Thank you! :)) Aaand… actually tagged by Dekreel too. (Thank you! :))

I must just be so popular. 😉

Anyways, I found a problem on my hands, as I received two entirely different sets of questions to answer. I juggled the options. I could answer them all (long post), pick and choose (seems a bit like cheating),  decide first come, first serve (a bit unfair), or write all the questions out on little scraps of blue paper and then draw them one by one out of a hat (overly-dramatic).

In the end, I decided to go for the long post. Not everything long is bad… right?

Well, buckle up. Get ready for some strange questions, strange answers, and some doses of sarcasm. Here we go!

Liebester Award


 

The Rules:

Acknowledge the blogger that gave it to you and display the award.

Answer 11 questions that the blogger gave you.

Give 11 random thoughts about yourself.

Nominate 11 other bloggers and notify them of their nominations.

Ask your nominees 11 questions.

 

R.M. Archer’s Questions:

1. What’s your favorite color to wear?

Dark green or blue.

2. If you were a color, what color would you be and why?

This question stumped me. A lot. I eventually asked one friend and she said yellow, and then my brother said an algae green. So… one of those?

3. What’s your favorite thing about your current project? (Writing project, art project, music project, school project, etc.)

Being able to study the strange and intriguing minds of humans for school.

4. What’s the story behind your blog name?

I love to write and I love to take walks in the rain. Ta-da! (:

5. If you were to dye your hair, what color would you dye it?

Oh dear… um. Blue?

6. What book are you most excited to read this year and why?

Well, my list of books I haven’t read on my shelf is shrinking, so I’ll limit this to school books. I’ve heard so many differing opinions on The Old Man and the Sea that now I’m curious, if I’ll like it or not! (:

7. What’s your favorite thing about your blog?

It’s mine. 😉

8. What’s your favorite book of the Bible and why?

The Psalms! They’re so poetic and wrestle with the struggles and joys of life. And then they are just simply beautiful.

9. What’s your favorite Bible verse and why?

Psalms 46:10: “Be still and know that I am God.” I’ve always loved how simple and yet rich this verse is. It’s strong with truth and love, and both soothing and empowering.

10. What’s your favorite thing to write? (Fiction or non-fiction.)

Fiction.

11. Skittles or M&Ms?

M&Ms! Even though when I was little my siblings tried to convince me they were dead ladybugs dipped in colored sugar. xD

 

Okay, now on to Dekreel’s questions…

The Questionnaire // Part 2

1. Why would a woodchuck chuck wood in the first place?

Well the first place, he saw… first. And that wood he was hauling must have been heavy. So, being tired from his long trip, he decided to go ahead and chuck them right then and there, even though the sign told him that he should recycle them at the second place.

So, because the woodchuck has no respect for nature. 😉

2. If you had the ability to travel back in time, but could only stay in that time for one hour before warping back to present time, “to when” would you go?

I suppose, I’d go to the very beginning. I’ve always wondered what nothing would feel like. And then to suddenly see expanse. And then the waters separate. It must have been spectacular!

3. Would you rather live in Antarctica for a year, or the Sahara Desert for a year?

Which one are my friends moving to?

4. Give the most random use for a cucumber.

Making a educational Bible-based tv show off one.

Oh wait…

5. You get to rule the world for five seconds. What do you do?

Stand there, wishing I had more time and energy to do something good. 😛

6. Pick one of your OCs (Original Characters) and give him/her a camera. What does (s)he take a picture of first?

Charlie would take a picture of either the sunrise or sunset. Whichever happened to be closest to her.

7. If a man in a creepy half-mask started calling for you on the other side of your mirror, would you follow him in?

After I enlisted my tall brother, yes. 😉

8. Describe the perfect ice cream sundae.

Oh see the syrup slide on top!

Of the fine ice-cream filled cup.

The delicious dark chocolate swirled in

And fresh strawberries to earn the win.

I tried.

9. If you could design a t-shirt, what would you put on it? What color would it be?

It would be a beautiful grey t-shirt with the Flabbit Room badge on the front:

Flabbit

10. What is one thing you love about God?

His creativity. 🙂

11. Pick the GIF that describes the taste of coffee in the most creative way.

Hobbit Shrug

… because I’ve only truly had it once. xD


 

Eleven Random Facts About Me

  1. I just accidently misspelled “eleven” as “elven.” 😛
  2. I have killed multiple wasps with fly swatters. Two wasps with a stapler. Another one with a moving box filled with books. And another one with tape. (Yes, even office supplies can be turned into weapons. 😉 )
  3. My first published writing (a poem) was in a magazine’s photo contest.
  4. I love elephants.
  5.  I first read The Fellowship of the Ring in two weeks, The Two Towers in three days, and The Return of the King in two.
  6. I am having trouble thinking of more random things about me.
  7. Psychology is my favorite science.
  8. I have a scarf named Shellupa.
  9. I prefer odd numbers over even ones.
  10. I have participated in Mock Trial (the one sport performed in suits and heels) and basically watched it all my life. And finally, because of that…
  11. I have a strange, but very strong sense of being at home when in a courthouse.

 


 

Well! Did we survive?

Okay, now, it’s someone else’s turn to be ‘it.’ 😉

Tagging…

  1.  Hope Ann
  2. Jane Maree
  3.  Writerfury
  4. Elia Tyson
  5. Alabama
  6.  Lydia @ Childlike Wonder
  7. Chalice @ Lionhearted Art
  8. Bethany @ Shastin’s Notebook

 

And then the questions:

  1. What is the one book that you would feel the least guilty about burning into ashes?
  2. What is an occupation that you would despise having? One you would love?
  3. How many books are on your bookshelf? (Yes, I just asked you. Muahaha. ;))
  4. Where in the world would your dream home be?
  5. What was the most interesting thing you learned today?
  6. What is your favorite blog post you’ve ever written and why?
  7. What genre do you see yourself never writing in and why?
  8. What is one subject you wouldn’t mind teaching at a school?
  9. How would you feel if you were randomly willed an upside down house from an great aunt you didn’t know you had?
  10. What fictional character do you feel like meeting right now?
  11. What do you want to ultimatly be remembered for?

 

And there you go. Can’t wait to read all of your answers! 🙂

Arvia’s Song // a character poem

Good morning friends! (:

A couple weeks ago, I was brainstorming for a writing project and was stumped on the plot, when the first few lines of this poem formed in my mind. It’s a poem of my main character, Arvia who grew up on the edge of the sea with only a small fishing village near by. I had never written a poem for or based off of a character before, so it was a first and I found it fun.

I hope you enjoy it!


 

Arvia’s Song

To the sea! To the sea!

    Where the birds are off calling,

        Off soaring,

              Off hopping,

        Head-cocking.

        Where the boats off sailing,

                Are gliding,

                        Are hoping,

          And docking.

 

To the sea! To the sea!

        Where the seashells are sliding,

                Are glistening,

                        Are winking,

        Sand-sinking.

        Where the waves pound,

                And make the sound,

                        Of rushing to their job of

    Feet-licking.

 

To the sea! To the sea!

        Where the wind blows,

                And I know

                        At the sea

There my home waits for me.