Tumgik
#nano novel
todayontumblr · 6 months
Text
910 notes · View notes
novlr · 6 months
Text
Cut out the boring bits
If you are bored when writing a scene, then chances are, that scene will be boring for readers.
If you find yourself bored, take a step back and analyse why. How can you improve it, and if you can’t, is it necessary for your plot?
689 notes · View notes
somerandomblog69 · 6 months
Text
Welcome to the shitshow, fellow writers! Ready to suffer another November together?
Here's another November 1st meme to really set the tone
Tumblr media
791 notes · View notes
gwen-tolios · 7 months
Text
How I've Won NaNo - Rebel Style
National Novel Writing Month - NaNo - is an event in November where writers aim to write 50K words towards the first draft of a novel. But the traditional way doesn't work for everyone! This is my 14th NaNo, and here are ways I've won other than 50K on a novel.
50K of fanfic
50 hours spent editing a novel
Completing an editing pass of a 68K novel
Completing a novella (30-50K)
50 hours of brainstorming characters, worlds, plots in an effort to refill a dry well
Get Her Done - lining up a list of WIPs and completing as many as possible, adding anywhere from 5K to 25K words to a story
Yes, traditionally you win NaNo by writing a brand-spanking new novel, holding aloft your 1st draft at midnight Dec 1st. But there are so many other ways to win! The goal is to make progress on a writing project, whatever that may be.
560 notes · View notes
wordscount · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
This was in my head and I had to make it.
399 notes · View notes
feralkwe · 6 months
Text
it's october 31st so it's time for my annual reminder that it's okay if you don't do NaNo.
it's a great event, with lots of benefits and a great, enthusiastic, built-in community. many, many people succeed in their goals in it. i was one of them once upon a time! i wrote blood of the true believer for nano, and everyone in my local chapter was fantastic as support. i try to chuck them a couple of bucks every year to help fund them, because i truly believe the event is largely beneficial.
but it burned me out. i couldn't write for months after. my manuscript went in my proverbial drawer and did not see the light of day for almost a year after.
50k words is a lot in 30 days, no matter what anyone tells you. some people can knock it out easily, some struggle with 10k in the same time. this kind of intensive writing event is not for everyone, for many different reasons. it's not a failure to not participate. it's not a failure to try and not finish or "win". give yourself a break if it's just not for you, no matter how many people around you might be enthusiastically jumping in.
there are often people doing NaNo-light events during november, for people who want the structure and camaraderie but find the word count requirements intimidating. i have run one a couple of times (i don't have time this year), and they can be equally rewarding experiences. if you do have one you host, feel free to add it to this post!
so do NaNo, or not, and don't worry what everyone else is doing. like any other tool meant to help writers be successful, you only need to use it if it works for you.
good luck everyone, whether you do NaNo or not, and write on!
237 notes · View notes
writingwithfolklore · 6 months
Text
5 Tips for Winning Nanowrimo
Plan to write 25 days in a row, not 30. Give yourself wiggle room in case anything happens in the month and you can't write for a day or two.
Grab an accountabili-buddy, someone you can bounce ideas and get through writing blocks with. Share your progress with them as you go.
If you don't have a buddy, still track and celebrate your progress as you make it. Buy an early advent calendar, or draw a design to slowly fill out throughout the month.
If you need to noodle or plan halfway through--you can still count that towards your wordcount goal. Any writing is still progress!
Give yourself a break when you need it. There's more to writing than just getting words on the page ;)
What are some other tips for winning Nanowrimo this year?
248 notes · View notes
geneeste · 6 months
Text
Things I have discovered while writing my NaNo project
turns out I'm not the expert speller I thought I was
'says' has lost all meaning
there are so many phrases and sentence fragments I repeat over and over DEAR GOD
god, so many "she/he/they moves" "walks" "goes over there" etc this is excruciating
why do we even need to know where characters are or are going anyway
SO MUCH EYE CONTACT AND EYE EMOTING. I'm running out of synonyms for "look"
transitional paragraphs WHAT TRANSITIONAL PARAGRAPHS
character development is overrated, right?
tenses are outrageous.
Tumblr media
194 notes · View notes
acmartin · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Anyone else's chart looking like this
185 notes · View notes
maxkirin · 6 months
Text
You don't have to write every day.
All you have to do,
Is write a little today.
118 notes · View notes
todayontumblr · 6 months
Text
Wednesday, November 1.
NaNoWriMo.
As one door closes, another door opens. So if you are feeling a little glum, a little blue, a little crestfallen this morning, as you pack your coffins, drone-controlled ghouls, pumpkins, and Normal Human Man costumes into the attic for another year, fear not. Because the passing of October 31st can only mean the arrival of November 1st. And the arrival of this date will be exciting and daunting news for y'all in Tumblr's writing community—it's #nanowrimo. 
Keyboards, touchscreens, typewriters, pens, and quills at the ready, folks. You've got 30 days to do 50,000 words. They are not going to write themselves. 
Good luck x
Tumblr media
913 notes · View notes
novlr · 6 months
Text
Unleash the magic of writing this NaNoWriMo!
As Halloween's enchantment fills the air, there's a different kind of magic stirring for writers - the magic of storytelling. Remember that as Halloween's magic gives way to NaNoWriMo's enchantment, you're creating a unique kind of magic yourself. Your words will conjure worlds, characters, and adventures. Your imagination is the wand that brings these creations to life.
Tumblr media
Just as Halloween can transform people into a monster for a night, writing invites you to imagine yourself in the place of your characters. The costume you wear on Halloween may be like the mask your character wears, concealing their secrets, and desires.
Take this day to prepare. Whether you're a meticulous planner or a spontaneous pantser, make sure you have your writing space ready, your favorite writing tools at hand, and your enthusiasm running high. 
NaNoWriMo can send a shiver down your spine with the fear of the blank page. But just like on Halloween, don't let fear hold you back. Unleash your writing magic and embrace the journey ahead. Happy Halloween!
556 notes · View notes
hezzabeth · 6 months
Text
NANOWRIMO DAYS 1-10
Saying Farewell to Armageddon
Act 1
The first winter
This is not a ghost story. Well, technically, it is, as it involves the haunting consciousness of someone who is definitely dead. Probably dead. Most likely dead. In the far-off future, true death is mostly optional.
This is not a fairytale. Granted, there is a princess in disguise. There is a fair bit of magic. True love prevails. But no, this isn't a fairytale.
Rather, this is a war story.
3834 AD: Ten miles from Skandasaipur, a city on Mars, part of the country of Mangalrajya.
A cold and burnt-red winter. Turquoise snow gently falls in tiny cubes, landing on the rust-colored dirt. In the distance, right on the horizon, there are pillars of smoke. Somewhere a city is on fire. “Aiyo Rama! They better not have burned down the teleportation port again! It makes shipping the ice impossible,” a young woman called Sugafana sighed from deep within her layers of bright purple and emerald green protective clothing. Her companion, a man covered in dark blue and silver, sighed, leaning down on his shovel. “Calm down! We can always drive down to Samarthanagari and use the public pod station,” the man, whose name was simply Jay, said. Sugafana merely grunted with annoyance before picking up her own shovel.
Once, Sugafana had worked in Samarthanagari's best girls' school. Every Thursday and Monday, she would march in through the front gate with her smart green briefcase. The school was now nothing more than a steel shell. “The hair curlers burned that pod station last month,” Sugafana reminded Jay, who sighed. “Just keep digging, Martian snow is going for fifty credits per kilo right now,” Jay pointed out, and Sugafana picked up her shovel before digging into the ground. Fifty credits a kilo. Before the war, Martian snow went for five dollars a kilo. Every Shigmo, children would eat cups full of the stuff flavored with sugar and wild honey.
“I can practically feel your frown from here,” Jay remarked as Sugafana scooped then snow up before dropping it in her bucket. “Prices are getting ridiculous! Barf cheene ghan used to be super cheap, and now vendors will have to charge ten credits to make a profit,” Sugafana growled with annoyance. “And it’s just dry sugar ice,” Sugafana finished as she stuck her spade into the snow again. “Correction, it’s dry sugar ice that some people believe has magic powers!” Jay cried in a sing-song voice. “And do you believe that?” Sugafana sarcastically asked. Jay shrugged. It was the sort of shrug Sugafana had seen many times over the past two years they had spent ice farming. A shrug that indicated Jay wasn’t willing to really believe in anything. Sugafana struck the ice again with her shovel, and there was a sudden faint clinking sound. “There’s something here,” Sugafana said, feeling faintly surprised. “You probably just hit some black ice, the snow fell during the night and the field was empty yesterday,” Jay pointed out. No human alive would dare to go out into the snow at night. The icy winds would tear through layers of protective clothing freezing blood in its veins. “The appliances wouldn’t come out here, no energy charging grids for miles,” Sugafana pointed out as she leaned down to push the cubed snow away with her gloved hands. “I heard the richer appliances have started using humans as portable batteries. They make the humans run ahead of them on treadmills,” Jay recalled as he shifted, standing behind Sugafana. “And who told you that? Your gossiping premika?” Asked crisply. “I told you before, Minty is not my girlfriend,” Jay said wearily, and Sugafana gasped. An eye was staring back at her in the snow. A shiny golden eye. “It’s an android,” Sugafana said, pushing more snow away to reveal a lady's face. A long and elegant face with Cupid bow lips and a stately nose. “Hit it with your shovel,” Jay ordered her. “I said Android! Not appliance! Androids don’t have artificial intelligence,” Sugafana snapped with annoyance as she quickly used her shovel to clear more and more snow. “They don’t? I thought all electronics were determined to turn us into slaves,” Jay remarked as Sugafana unearthed golden shoulders covered in a magenta silk shawl. “My transportation pod uses an electric battery, the lights at camp use electric wind power, and none of them have killed us,” Sugafana pointed out, and Jay raised a gloved finger. “None of them have tried to kill us yet,” Jay merely replied. “Just help me! Baba Tarak will find us a buyer who will pay a small fortune,” Sugafana said, and Jay kneeled down next to Sugafana, his gloves brushing against the snow. For a moment, their eyes met. It was amazing, Sugafana thought, what a person could tell just by glancing at someone’s eyes. Sugafana had never seen Jay’s entire face. They always met five times a week on the fields in their uniforms, helped each other shovel the snow, and then said goodbye at the migrant camp's gates. It has been that way for years. Once or twice, Jay had been foolish enough to ask Sugafana if she wanted to stand together in the food ration line. She always said no. It was easier that way. Still, Jay’s eyes were so dark it was almost impossible to see their pupils. They did, however, crinkle in a way that whispered they were kind. “That’s peculiar,” Jay remarked, breaking away from her gaze. His hands had uncovered a peculiar glowing lump that extended just below the android's chest. “It looks like a perfectly normal maternity droid to me,” Sugafana replied, brushing more snow off its legs. “Is that what they look like? I’ve never seen one in real life! Most women had their babies in my town the old-fashioned way,” Jay remarked. “I used to walk past a boutique selling them on my way to work! I never saw actual pregnant women in the city,” Sugafana replied as she cocked her head to one side, trying to find the android's barcode. “Strange, there’s no identification,” she said to Jay. “And what does that mean exactly?” Jay asked.
Tumblr media
86 notes · View notes
chargoeson · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
My First Writeblr- An Introduction
I’ve used tumblr on and off for over ten years but wanted a blank slate now in time for NaNoWriMo 2023 and all the future writing projects I’m devoting myself to. Also highly inspired by all the cool writing blogs I’ve discovered so far since restarting this account <3
About Me:
My name is Char or Charlotte (she/her), I’m 24 and live in the Pacific Northwest in the US
I write literary fiction now, but have kept up various personal essay projects and poetry over the years primarily through my private newsletter!
I have a Bachelor’s degree in English Language and Lit with a soft spot for the Gothic and Romantic eras.
Nothing published yet, but since I am finally out of school I am entering a new phase of creative freedom that feels very encouraging.
Fun extras: I’m a virgo sun, pisces moon (yes, it does hurt), my cat’s name is Brad, I am also a fiber artist, musician, home renovator, perfume enthusiast, and chronic illness advocate.
My WIPs:
Tumblr media
Project Amgydala (tentative title: Ballad of a Blue Whale) Novella- Literary Fiction/Surrealism Status- Draft 1 complete at around 33,000 words 2024 Goal- First revision/draft 2 Synopsis- Maren Hara, a recent graduate, moves back in with her father and turns completely inward. She removes herself from the life she created throughout university and begins walking from sunset to sunrise, looking for something she cannot put her finger on. This leads her to Devereaux's Salvation, a jazz bar seemingly from another era, whose eager manager and illusive owner begin to crack through Maren's walls and bring her back into humanity.
Tumblr media
Project Corvidae (tentative title: I Want to Build a Home with You) Undetermined- Literary Fiction/Light Mystery/Horror Status- Plotting and beginning first draft 2024 Goal- Complete outlines and give draft 1 my best shot Synopsis- In the wake of the death of her family matriarch, portrait painter and former performance art prodigy Leonie Richards finds herself on the receiving end of her grandmothers vast literary legacy and her eclectic, spirit filled home. Alongside her uncle, the art store clerk, and a host of portrait clients she begins to unlock the secrets of the final years of her grandmother's life.
Tumblr media
Mind Over Matter- this is actually backstory for Leonie from Project Corvidae and seeks to shed light on her past performance art pieces and the relationship between her and her grandmother. Light body horror, unsettling women, the works. One of These Nights- a slice of life, Murakami-inspired piece of an American expat living in Tokyo trying to ground herself within a new language. Digs into themes of friendship and social anxiety. Lots of fun music cameos. a green pea moon- my FAVORITE. My little baby. A surrealist romp through the dream world and how it relates to the joy and fear of being queer and letting yourself be loved. Near and dear to my heart.
taglist: @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence @onomatopiya
65 notes · View notes
moreyachtsforgrant · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
66 notes · View notes
blue-eyed-author · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
If anyone is participating in NaNoWriMo and is looking for buddies, you can add me — GenuineRoseW
You’re welcome to also add your nano username to this post so others can find you if you want.
50’000 words. Let’s do this together.
58 notes · View notes