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Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: National Novel Writing Month

It is that time of year again, folks! The time of year when family members and favorite TV shows get ignored for an entire month, and grocery stores across the nation suffer from a mysterious shortage of coffee, notebooks, and writing material. The time of year when usually ordinary people go into a homicidal frenzy of mad typing, trying to reach that fifty-k word count by the end of November. It is NaNoWriMo people, and it is a beautiful thing.

For those of you who have never participated, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)is an annual creative writing challenge that happens every November. The goal is to write 50,000 words any time between November 1st until the deadline at November 30th, 11:59 PM. You can sign up and start any time during the month of November, even if it is one minute until the end of deadline. Because hope springs eternal, I guess. There is also no system in place to prevent cheating (cutting and pasting someone else's work or repeating the same word over and over and over and over again). This is because there is no prize. Unless you consider bragging rights the best trophy ever.

Most years, I have an outline or at least, a general idea of what I plan to write. This year I will be pantsing it all the way. About the only planning I have done is that I have decided to just write a whole bunch of short stories and maybe some blog posts. This post included. So if you notice a bit of word padding in this blog post(I am totally using less contractions than usual, if you have not noticed) for no apparent reason, trust me, there is a reason. I am probably behind on my word count. Like, soooo behind on my word count. My word count consisting of words. That need to be counted. And stuff. I might post a few of the finished short stories or snippets of what I have done depending on time and how much I hate all of you. I will not count these snippets for my word count, nor any of the reblogged quotes down below. Because I am a good girl, I am. Honest!

It is for this reason that I have decided to dedicate this week's Lazy Time Reblog Sunday to the guys at National Novel Writing Month central by reblogging a post from their blog (aptly named, The NaNoWriMo Blog). Feel free to join in the novel writing fun by signing up at the NaNoWriMo website and please follow The NaNoWriMo Blog. Feel free to buddy me on the NaNoWriMo site. And if you are still confused about all this, purchase the NaNoWriMo book written by one of the guys that started it all, No Plot, No Problem by Chris Baty. Because words. Words and stuff. Yeah.



November 2, 2014                                         11:00 am


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