Last month I signed up for CampNaNoWriMo,
cause I'm stupid like that.
On some level I thought it was a good idea, I'd be editing anyway and it would give me the chance to make some new friends, trade stories, toast marshmallows & go skinny dipping.
Turns out not so much, this time anyway, my fault of course.
My cabin mates were an amazingly talkative bunch from all over the world.
Trouble was, that between my basic day to day stand still stuff and the cubic butt-load of projects I'm busy lining up at the moment I couldn't justify any more excuses to be online.
(Not to mention having already given up blogging in an attempt to get myself focused on the task at hand.)
My eyeballs were already burning from the hours of screen time like they were being medicated with Tabasco eye-drops. More than one person mentioned it.
So something had to give, I'm sorry to say that it was the cabin. I could have kept up but that would have been all I did during the month which kind of defeats the point 'working on a project'. Would have spent the entire month typing about how great my book is going to be and not edited a single word in the process.
Writers are supposed to write.
On the few times I poked my head into the cabin there was so much wonderful conversation.
Was sorry to have missed it all. The guys were rapping about their characters, favourite parts of their WiP's - all fantastic hi-octane stuff.
Was sorry I couldn't keep up.
It's hard to rave to folks about the time you stuffed that full stop right up there despite your discomfort, or that other time when you voted those three chapters off the island and fed them into the shredder to set an example to the others.
The nano rule of thumb being 1hr editing = 1000 words - gosh I wish I could be that fast.
I spent the time working but although I edited words,
I don't feel like I earned the win.
So although the camp counsellors assure me that I've done 50k in April, I feel lecherous because I'm not actually getting the words down, instead I'm massaging the ones I've got.
(and murdering the lumpy ones while they're still in their infancy - kinda like 300 come to think of it)
Keeping track of the hours spent with butt in chair, which was quite an eye opener. Will continue to keep track and will post findings at a later date.
I think we could all stand to be a little more strict with ourselves,
but mostly me - I have have a black belt in bullshit.
However if you want to read a post about someone who went into camp and kicked all kinds of ass,
may I suggest you check out Lucy Jayne's Camp Nanowrimo 2015 post