The concentration

I never participated on the NaNoWriMo before. But I love the energy and sentiment. So this year I have teamed up with Hanne, to commit to writing every day. Neither of us are going for 50 000 words. But we will work really hard to write every day.

Seven days in, and it is safe to say that both of us are working harder for each word than ever before.

I had 29 scenes to edit in my manuscript on the first of November, so my goal is to edit one every day, and have a third draft ready for beta readers by Desember. I might have to add something here and there in the end (deadlines are never good for my free creativity, I get way to effective to stop and play), but at least I have the goal within reach by then. Hopefully.

Still only one week in, but it has been a long time since I have work this consistently on anything, and I love the story.

So go us, and everyone else writing and writing and writing, this grey and dark month.

Writing weekend

So, I have this favourite writing friend of mine, Hanne Linander, who also seems to have gotten herself into a pregnant situation, litteraly. And based on real life experience, we have concluded that the next year might hold less space for creative writing. So, we decided to go on a proper writing retreat before everything gets out of hand.

Some research, planning, hard calendar prioritising later, and we met in Oslo. Walking via a great bar, a even greater Izakaya, dropping in for a beer with friends (the beer would be for me, non pregnant as I am, yey), and finally arriving at this lovely hotel with autumn leaves covering the entire facade, and a fireplace in the reading room.

We brought the necessary Harry Potter perihelia, decorated the hotel room with inspirational photos downloaded totally illegally from the internet, listned to LOTR theme music and loaded up on cacao. And we wrote.

Yes, we had a lot of walks out, to get food, buy unsuitably expensive notebooks and drank some more beer (again, me, yey). Before returning to read aloud, and crush some more words.

Non of us produced masterpieces or got published (though we did walk past a least one publishing house), but we definitively found a great way to prioritise writing, in good company. We even managed to move everything a couple of inches forward (and maybe to the left. Yes, looking at you now, Hanne.)

All in all, the best idea.

Low season

Foggy future

It has been slow writing these autumn. I have been posting my second manuscript to several publishers and collected three rejections so far. Would think everyone would jump on the chance for a YA horse story (totally biased horse lover as I am).

I have not written every day, having had to prioritise my time and energy more than ever before in my life. But having an active revision going on, ever so slowly, have helped. I like to feel that I am working on something.

And, as this is my last active manuscript, I finally give myself permission to start daydreaming about the next one. Can hardly wait to sit down and create that first draft. But I am in no hurry. The longer I wait, the more fleshed out the idea gets.

So, at the moment it feels like I am spending more time thinking about writing, then actually typing words. Which seems like the best approach for now. When you are in it for the long run, you might have to walk a little, now and then