{"id":3007,"date":"2020-11-15T08:28:20","date_gmt":"2020-11-15T13:28:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/?p=3007"},"modified":"2020-11-15T08:28:20","modified_gmt":"2020-11-15T13:28:20","slug":"writing-about-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/2020\/11\/writing-about-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing about writing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been a busy weekend. I&#8217;ve been nurturing, and demoralizing, the fiction writer part of me at an &#8220;at home writing summit.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nurturing because yes, it is great to be able to focus on fiction for a few minutes, to be free of the obligation to tell the story the way other people want me to, to have the chance to achieve the goals I want to achieve with the words I write.<\/p>\n<p>Demoralizing because I have so much work I have been neglecting since, well, a while. A long while.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been a &#8220;member&#8221; at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nanowrimo.org\">NaNoWriMo.org<\/a> since October 21, 2004. That was the year I wrote my first complete novel. I say complete because I started a novel in the late 1990s but never finished it. I have it around somewhere&#8230;digitally&#8230;maybe. That was several computers ago.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve won &#8211; meaning I wrote at least 50,000 words in 30 days between <acronym title=\"Because midnight starts the day, motherfuckers. That's why it's 00:00 on the clock.\">midnight November 1st and midnight December 1st<\/acronym> &#8211; six times. And every time has been the same.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3008\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3008\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3008\" src=\"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/a-few-snacks-2019-300x400.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"400\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/a-few-snacks-2019-300x400.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/a-few-snacks-2019-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/a-few-snacks-2019.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3008\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">This is 1\/3 of the spread my mother put out for our family cookie exchange last year. Yes, we are Italian.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I usually shoot for a goal of 2,000 words per day, which is slightly over what the lovely folks at NaNoWriMo headquarters <acronym title=\"1,667 with rounding\">say you need to win<\/acronym>.<\/p>\n<p>That extra few words allowed me to ease into Thanksgiving, traditionally my favorite holiday despite it&#8217;s smallpox-infected blanket colonizing overtones.<\/p>\n<p>Part of this is because the November Holiday is crazy in my family, or at least it used to be. We&#8217;d start around 11:00 with a massive table of snacks. Then we&#8217;d move on to dinner. Then pie. So. much. pie.<\/p>\n<p>Between that schedule and the weird joy of the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.macys.com\/social\/parade\/\">Macy&#8217;s Thanksgiving Day Parade<\/a>, which yes, they have found a way to do in &#8220;these trying times,&#8221; &lt;waits while you take a shot&gt;, there wasn&#8217;t a snowball&#8217;s chance in hell I&#8217;d be able to write anything on the actual Day of Eating.<\/p>\n<p>For the NaNoWriMo report cards I could dig up, I was always in the same place mentally at about the same time.<\/p>\n<p>2013, the year I wrote the sci-fi novel I&#8217;m now in draft 5 on, that place looked something like this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>AM: I am shit. This book is shit. I have no idea where I am in my plot, and I think I&#8217;m going to be short. This is not good. PM: Slightly better. I&#8217;ve hit my 50% mark and I have a subplot I don&#8217;t really know what to do with.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>By the way, in Draft 5, that sci-fi novel is about 30,000 words over what agents and publishers recommend for an unpublished author in that genre.<\/p>\n<p>In 2018, the year I overwrote an erotic lesbian romance novel by about 55,000 words, that place looked a little bit like this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Feel like a complete fucking phony today. Maybe because today&#8217;s scenes are emotionally hard and hit too close to home. Also, I&#8217;m not really sure where to go from here.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>It&#8217;s only fitting that I get to the midpoint in my experimental blogging month that I torture myself with a whole day of good writing advice that my anxiety-oriented brain immediately absorbs and turns into this:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>You&#8217;ve been working on this book for 7 years. No one cares. And in the way the publishing climate is turning, your story doesn&#8217;t matter. You&#8217;re white. You&#8217;re over 50. Why are you bothering? And why do you call yourself a writer? You&#8217;re just a hack.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;ve written 7,767 words, give or take some statistical issues with counting HTML tags, so far this month. But I&#8217;ve written every day. And that is what matters.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to go pull my book apart now and see if I can make it like the 6 Million Dollar Man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been a busy weekend. 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