And so I haven’t updated here in some time. I went on a brief holiday to the Glasshouse Mountains, supposedly to write, yet I didn’t write a single word. My motivation has been falling and falling, and the Brandon Sanderson critique group I’m in, once split into groups of six, has failed utterly and completely.
Only three of us are posting our pieces – my first was late as I was away, and the other two aren’t on time either. Then of the three ‘active’ only two of us have commented on each post – the other just hasn’t bothered.
The blood pact on Mythic Scribes is going strong, but I’m avoiding it through guilt and shame and argh at myself for not writing.
And no it’s time for Camp NaNo – day three, in fact – and I’ve done nothing. I’ve entered and won every single NaNo and Script Frenzy since 2004. Camp NaNo? I fail every time. Including this one, it seems.
But then I read an interview with Brandon Sanderson. And I’m sure I’ve read this fact before, but this time it caught my eye.
He finished 12 novels before be was published. And I’m sure he means 12 novels that he attempted to do well, whereas the novels I have finished have been keyboard-slap attempts through NaNoWriMo, with no real drive behind them other than to create.
So fuck it, I can do that. Fuck writing to join in with others. Instead, I shall return to writing heaps and heaps and heaps, on whatever novel takes my interest. I shall finish one and teach myself pacing and tension.
And then maybe in a few years or so, I can try to write for publishing, once more. For now, I have to write for my own enjoyment for a while.
And here’s 300 words I could have crammed into my Camp NaNo.