Keep Calm and Beethoven On: Pre-NaNoWriMo disclaimer.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Pre-NaNoWriMo disclaimer.

This is your warning- Do not expect any blog posts for at least a month. But probably more. In Dec. I am moving and I may post some posts related to that, but I am going into a blogless slumber until the new year. My life is crazy. Feel free to read old posts or just ignore my existence. But first-

What is NaNoWriMo?

NaNoWriMo is The short(er) way of saying National Novel Writing Month, where in the month of November, A writer tries to write a 50,000 word novel in thirty days. It's chaos and a great way to get things done. This is my second year doing it, and I am soooo stoked.

This year my novel is about Delphia, a girl from a rich french immigrant family living in the USA, and she is living the dream. Until she goes insane and is sent to an asylum. On one side of the story, you see her going throug the trials of trying to heal and trying not to get killed. On the other, two years before, you find out how she went slowly off the deep end. I'm really excited for it. ;-) I'm going to post chapters starting some time 2015, but I want to edit it first.

Any questions? I'll answer them up until Nov. 1st when I am deleting my blogger app until Dec. 3rd.

Thanks for reading!

Elsie

2 comments:

AbbeyOctober 28, 2014 at 4:32 PM
Good luck! :)
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Company Registration DelhiJanuary 8, 2015 at 10:33 PM
Nice post, things explained in details. Thank You.
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In my dreams, I see words. They float around, just out of my reach. I wonder what they say, what story they tell. What lesson they teach. But even as I more forward to reach them, they pull back, not wanting to come out. A secret running away from it’s keeper. But when I wake, I feel them. I can almost hear them. The words. They fall upon me, begging to break out onto the blank page of my notebook. But then, I fall to the ground, defeated by the words. Because the words are too strong. Too powerful. But still, beautiful and fair. And though I know if I go any closer, run for them, I will fall. Because gorgeous as they are, they are deadly. They will kill me when the story comes to an end. Because all words have a beginning and an end, but the end is always more brutal. For the end, is when the story’s heart stops beating, and when it does, it takes a piece of my soul with it.