I've won National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) multiple times, but this year was my first time tackling it since 2011. And I didn't win -- I only hit 15,000 words. (For those of you who don't think in word counts, that's just under 1/4 of the way through the novel I'm writing.)
Here's what I (re)learned...
5. NaNoWriMo is not worth killing your wrists over. I've had on-and-off wrist problems this fall, and as soon as I started to push for higher word counts, the problems flared up again. I backed off right away and wrote all of 300 words in the next five days, before cautiously starting up again. I'm still trying to pinpoint how much I can comfortably write without physical consequences (current guess is at least 800 words a day), but I'm in this for the long haul. I'll do what I gotta do.
A novel of the Dream'verse
One, two, three,
How many will my victims be?
One, two, three, four,
How many more to even the score?
When Taro Hibiki leads a survival class into the backwoods, he has two goals: to prove himself as an instructor, and to propose to his beloved Rafe before he loses his nerve completely. In the wilds might seem a strange place for that, but it's where Taro feels most at home—and the only place the couple can escape all their other responsibilities.
On BFR, proud colonists say the name stands for “Big Effing Rock,” and brag about their planet's dangers. More treacherous than bomb bugs or sight scamps, though, is a human seeking vengeance. Soon Taro's students are dropping one by one, and no matter what Taro does, the killer stays a step ahead. Worst of all, Taro comes to suspect that the students are targets of opportunity—that the ultimate goal is Rafe.
Taro would die for Rafe in a heartbeat, but who's going to take care of Rafe if he does?
As it happens, the killer has a plan for that, too.
I had a plan for this blog post. I don’t remember what it was. Last night’s events in Missouri have left me saddened, outraged, and deeply distressed. I can’t talk lightheartedly today.
In this world, we’re not supposed to hit people. We’re not supposed to react with violence to the hate and harm piled on us. And I get it. I do. Anything that can be solved with violence can be solved better and faster without it, if people are willing to try. And we need to be willing to try. Or it just gets worse.
I know that. But sometimes, man…sometimes the need to just hit someone is pretty darn strong.