It’s been all about accidental upskilling and family dishonour this month.
I tried intarsia and felting for the first time – that’s the accidental upskilling bit. (Not, happily, the unintentional felting kind of accident.) And the dishonour? Read on…
Yep, this is the year I take the plunge and try my hand at NaNoWriMo – properly, this time.
Two years ago, you may recall, I did what I called a PseudoNaNoWriMo. (Side note: It turns out you can sign up on the NaNoWriMo website and do all sorts of variations on the theme quite legitimately: just mark yourself down as a Rebel.)
Let us be honest: rewriting a pre-existing draft is much easier than beginning from scratch. On the other hand, with any luck there won’t be any major earthquakes, dramatic storms, surgeries or illness this time round. I hope.
As soon as I decided I was going to give it a go this year, I realized three things.
One: I need at least a month to prepare, not being a successful pantser (there goes October).
Two: I need to finish the first draft of The Wound of Words first (there goes everything before October).
Three: I don’t know which project to pick.Continue & Comment
The lesson here is this: If you won’t enjoy reading it, you won’t enjoy writing it. If you truly are fascinated by the plight of the nation’s mentally ill, the ongoing politicization of religious sects in Saudi Arabia, or inner-city high-rise housing projects as metaphors for racial injustice and miscarried modernization, by all means put them in your book.