I did write a piece to CampWriMo today after all! 1003 words!
Today, July 17th – In total: 20 595
Today, July 17th – In total: 20 595
I really should begin writing today’s scenes in my manuscript.
But I really do not want to do so…
Am I stupid if I skip that writing for one day?
I have had one of these so-called eye migraines today, and also headache. Don’t usually have headaches just that odd eye thing, and I usually don’t get it three times in less than a week.
Stressed or too much computer work?
Or relieved of stress?
I had a friend who used to get that ordinary kind of migraine, and got them almost always when he had a couple of days off, or at the beginning of a vacation. I’ve heard that from others as well. When the stress leaves, the migraine comes.
There is one thing I have been very stressed over lately. The car I use to drive my grandson with. For one thing, it sometimes refuses to start. Like when I was supposed to go home from visiting my youngest daughter who lives 140 kilometres away. The car was dead, and we had to tow it to the car mechanic.
Like a week or so later, it was dead again when my daughter should have it. To our ordinary mechanic then, but neither of them found anything that seemed to be wrong! The first one put in new spark plugs, they took me home that time, but then…?
What also has begun to happen, is that the engine is about to get overheated. That too began on my way to the youngest daughter. I had to stop and add water, all that I had available, to get me to her. No faults could be detected by the mechanic but on my way home… twice I stood there beside the highway, waiting for the engine to cool down enough. Well, the second time I was at a smaller road, but still! It was horrible!
At least I had brought lots of water with me that time.
After my daughter’s mishap, the car stood at our mechanic for about a week or so. He checked everything really thoroughly, and couldn’t find anything wrong! As far as he could detect, there was no leakage nor anything!
So I drove the borrowed car over there last Thursday, switched cars, everything should be just fine, and drove back. Parked the car at my daughters overnight, and biked over there the next morning to get the car and the grandson.
Friday. I drove him and then back to my home, 30 + 30 kilometres. It went well. Then the car was parked on my p-place until the afternoon when I was due to go get him. It was a warm day, the car was really warm when I was about to leave, and was also a little bit hard to start. But did so relatively soon enough.
Drove those 30 kilometres. Waited for a while for the grandson, and then we headed back home.
So… Guess what happened now!
Yes! When approximately 4-5 kilometres left, I see that red warning lamp for the cooler shining!!!
Jeeeeeeeezzz!!!! Can’t stop right there… not far to go… have ice in the stomach???
I prayed and drove. Swallowed. Prayed. And soon enough I drove in beside the house, into the shadow, and turned off the engine.
It must have been close to being overheated. I just opened the bonnet and let it stay that way for a while until it had cooled down a bit. Then I biked home to my place and refused to even think about the car.
Since then I haven’t been driving it. The grandson is having three weeks off now, and I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to drive that car any more! It freaks me out! Yes! That car has lately, more and more, get me afraid of driving it!
Okay! I won’t die if the engine won’t start. It might be inconveniently, but not dangerous. And if I take the small road home and have lots of water with me, it’s doable to drive it to and fro that other city.
But I don’t want to do this any longer!!!
I want my grandson to get his drivers license NOW!!!
And I’m also anxious about that eye-thing… (posterior vitreous detachment)
It’s really difficult to let that go and relax.
Despite it was just a minor incident…
Was just sitting there, writing. The daily task to Campwrimo. Thousand words…or more… don’t know what to write.
There are seven of them, walking through the desert, heading for the city. It’s a mixed desert. Sand. Stones. Cliffs. Dead trees here and there. Thorny bushes.
Hours passes by. It is getting warmer, and the sunlight seems to be more intense by the minute. The sky in front of them is almost white now, due to the heat.
But everything is peaceful. Nothing particular is happening.
Nothing is supposed to happen. Not yet, not now and not here. Not until they have reached the city! The battle will stay there. Now they just walk. One step… another step…
They want to pause for a while. Hungry and tired. Want to eat a bit! Drink some water. Rest.
It is a bit boring, what I write. I yawn, and ponder what to do later. Bake bread, perhaps?
No! Not yet. I must write more. Must reach my goal. Want to…
Then suddenly something happens! From out of the blue it comes! Literally! And I did not see that coming!!! How do I do that sort of things? It always happens that way.
It must be Albert, my Muse.
”Do we have enough water for the rest of the way?”
”I don’t think water is gonna be the problem,” Bill mumbles and points to the sky behind them.
”Oh my goodness! Is that what I think it is?” Kaila and the other had quickly turned around and she almost drops the African piece of fabric she still holds in her hands.
“So that’s why it suddenly began to feel like a cool gust!” She gasps.
Before their very eyes, a dark, almost purple-black cloud is building up. Watching it from the side as they still do, they see it stretches throughout the entire horizon, like an enormous mountain falling over them, and it is still growing. The cloud looms and murmurs from the inside, and it constantly changes its shape into bigger and more fierce dimensions. It travels fast. Soon, very soon it will be upon them.
”Run!” Rosario screams. ”Run and take cover the best you can. Then pray it won’t develop into a huge twister!”
The story that is… The manuscript… The evil-doers are getting closer…
Today was harder to write. But even though I only wrote 663 words, I’m still satisfied. I thought for several hours, I wouldn’t be able to write anything at all. And I knew – I know – I now must begin to deal with the villains and the upcoming battles
And then I managed to write 663 words!!!
I decided to publish this piece. But remember! It’s just the first draft! The only thing I’ve been trying to get as correct as possible, is the spelling.
Here it is! In the Menu! Called The board-meeting!
Went shopping for vegetables early this morning…
Usually, most of the year, it’s only stalks, no leaves left on….
Feels odd – but nice!
Recently on the Camp, I saw someone telling about currently writing a “Middle Grade” story.
I had absolutely no idea what that means – sounded mostly like something to do with schools. So I yahooed (never g o o g l e!). At first, I only found information about how to write Middle-grade stories, but nothing about what it meant. What is specific for it? For goodness gracious, folks. I am Swedish! I don’t know all those fun or odd or sometimes even stupid ways of calling things! All those expressions!!!
(Guess we have that in Swedish as well, but those are not stupid or odd… huh?! 😉 😀 😀 😀 ) )
Anyhow, jokes put aside, eventually, I found a description of what this label means. It’s fantasy literature for kids! Up to eight years old!
Okay! I write fantasy – but certainly not Middle Grade.
The next label! Young adult.
Hmmmm…. readers up to 18 years old… the protagonist mustn’t be older than 18… has to include some kind growing, learning about themselves, about life and the world around them… Harry Potter???
I am certainly not writing for Young Adult either. My protagonist is young, but not that young. She is about to turn 21, and at that day – wow, that will be special day! And not in a fun way… though it could have been… but now… no cake… no partying… with a bit of luck, and effort from friends and allied, she will still be alive the day after… and not imprisoned…
So what am I writing?
My main label is “Fantasy”, no doubt about that. But the sub-label? What???
And – does it matter?
Yahooing this morning, and finally end up on Wikipedia. (Where else…?)
Finding under the search term “Fantasy genres” the first headline “Subcategories”.
There are no less than 31 of those…
The next headline is “Pages in category “Fantasy genres””
There are 51 of those…
And there are more subpages…
Conclusion! I write Fantasy!!!! No more, no less!
Comic, magical, heroic, evil-goodness, gothic, dark, dystopic, time-travel, magic realism, sci-fi…… should I keep on labelling?
(Even a slight hint of romance – but just a hint.)
Pick what you like!
I write about it because I like it!
Blogging once a week!? Is that it? At present – it seems so.
And please forgive me for not visiting and liking.
I wasn’t particularly good at commenting even before,
but please forgive me for not doing that either.
Participating in Camp-NaNoWriMo takes its effort. Both in time and energy. Several hours every day, I struggle to reach the daily goal of one thousand word – or more. And I’m doing well!
At first, it seems that I have nothing at all to write about. What are they doing, the characters? What is happening.! But finally I manage to type the first sentence, then I struggle through the first couple of hundreds of words, but then! When reached about 900 to 1000 words, it’s suddenly much easier to continue even 400, 500 or 600 words more!
So I’m writing, all right, and proud of that. Now, during the first 13 days of the July-Camp – today’s score is yet to achieve – I have written 16 479 words! That is 53,2 % of my goal in 42 % of the time!
It’s not particularly well written though. Can’t say that. But I push the characters to where they are supposed to be, I reveal to the (presumed) reader of who they are and why they are there, and I reveal to myself, what I need to write more.
BUT Remember, Thea!
This is only the very first draft! It doesn’t have to be well written! Now, I’m telling the story to myself! That’s about it!
But I dread of the time when I’ll have to put these paragraphs, scenes and chapters together, edit the entire thing, and make an enjoyable story of it.
I do hope I’ll get the language right. My linguistic and verbal skills in my native language, Swedish, is really good. I was about to use the word exquisite here… and that first intuitive choice of word… Yes! So it is!
My linguistic and verbal skills in English though, are good, but certainly not exquisite. I really have to find a way to pay my friend Elaine to help me with that. She’s originally from Manchester, England, and has been teaching English and French for many years.
Isn’t it quite amazing that I suddenly, since early this spring, have been acquainted with such a lovely women? She is lovely! I really like her, and we so easily talk to each other! She also sounded quite excited when I before the summer, gently asked her about proofreading my manuscript!
I experience, that I after this Camp-thing should need to still have some pressure on me to keep on writing every day. But maybe have one day a week free from writing? Sometimes it feels like I need that.
Or? Would it be better to lower the amounts of words I have to write each day? After all! Now, when I have reached the daily goal, there is a huge feeling of relief, and it gets so much easier to continue writing beyond the daily goal.
Or would it be better to keep on with 1000 words a day, every day, and figure I’ll be totally used to that so I kind of “have to write” like an inner urge, not due to demand from something outside of me?
I love to write! I always have! So I guess it’s just a bit hard to maintain total obsession again after that burnout I lived with for many years. It takes time to heal. Longer than you think and want.
It’s often said it takes 21 days to create a new habit, but I guess, it rather takes a little bit more than that. And I also think it’s dangerously easy to slip out of that habit, if you take a day or two off, too early in the new habit.
So, maybe is the ultimate to be writing every day, but lessen a bit on the demand of 1000 words or more? Perhaps 500 as a minimum? 750?
Let’s see how this all feels in a couple of weeks.