Nanowrimo and My Rewrite

Nanowrimo is interesting this year. I’ve decided to do a rewrite instead of a completely new story. But here’s the thing: I’m actually adding a lot of new stuff to the story I have.

I never did that before in rewrites. I tried to stick to the original manuscript as much as possible. I would focus on improving dialogue and character development. I would look for inconsistencies and errors. But I wouldn’t actually add anything to the story.

It’s new for me. Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Just Write and Have Fun

As Nanowrimo approaches, there is a lot of buzz going around. I’ve read blog posts on things you need to do to accomplish writing your 50,000 words. That has ranged in everything from where you write and what you eat to mapping out your plot and working on your character development. I’ve also read posts on how anxious people are about hitting that word-goal. It takes a lot of time and dedication to get it done and is most definitely daunting!

Personally, I’ve done Nanowrimo four times and was a winner three of them because I ditched one year’s project to work on something else. I’ve also done the Nanorwimo style of writing (50,000 words in one month) to write three other books (not in November).

This isn’t to brag. It’s simply to let you know that the Nanowrimo style of writing has worked for me.

And there’s really only two things I’ve followed each time: the first is to focus on the word count; the second is to have fun.

It seems simple enough. And I honestly believe that it is. Continue reading

Part One is Done

Part One of “The King’s Son” is done. It took me a lot longer than I had expected. It was also a lot more gut-wrenching. I struggled a lot. But with the support of friends and family and a particular friend/editor (Lisa, I’m so thankful for all of your help!) I was able to get through it. At least for now. I’ll still need to do another quick read-through for pacing and proofing, but the main part is done. Continue reading

Being Truthful to the Characters

I finally got through a major hurdle. I mean, I think it was a major hurdle. I had been working on the same chapter for three days. I couldn’t get it to sound exactly the way I wanted. I’m not actually sure that it is the way I wanted. But it was enough to feel comfortable sending it off to my friend to edit. Continue reading

Behind the Pizza Pizza

When I was in grade 10, I got into a serious fight with a classmate. It was the first fight I had had. And it didn’t last any more than around fifteen seconds.

It started because his girlfriend liked me. At least, I think that was the reason. She would talk with me all of the time, flirt with me, and I don’t think he liked it. Why he didn’t talk to her about it instead of wanting to fight me, I don’t know. I suppose that there’s not a lot of logic going around amongst fifteen year olds (I’m including myself in that, by the way). Continue reading

My First Day of Teaching

I had no idea what I was doing on my first day of teaching classes in Korea. I was given nothing more than a book of illustrations that told the story of Little Red Riding Hood. There was a total of ten lines of English in it. And simple lines at that. I was expected to use if for the week. I hadn’t been given any training either, aside from the brief introduction I was given to the students the day before. I was completely clueless as to how to begin. Continue reading

Out the Back of the Car

The very best physics lesson I had was given to me by my father when I was ten years old. It was a lesson he had no idea he was teaching.

We were camping in Algonquin Park. We weren’t at our usual family campsite at Pog Lake. Instead, we were at a different site that I can’t remember the name of. I can’t remember who was with us, either. All I know is that my father and I were there. And his car.

It was an old, blue station wagon. A Malibu Classic. No air conditioning. Windows that needed to be rolled down by hand. There was a radio, but it didn’t work.

We were on our way back from picking up wood for the fire. We had to buy it instead of cutting down our own tree.

As we pulled into our campground, I had an idea. I had spent most of the morning climbing up and sliding down a massive hundred-foot rock face. I had had to dodge trees on the descent. I had had to cover my face so branches wouldn’t poke out my eyes. I had ripped my pants. And I was ready to take my adventure to the next level. Continue reading