November brings beards, a brief break from midterms, and National Novel Writing Month. For the past fifteen days of this month, I've been slowly building up a draft for my novel, The Ultramafic Magazine. It's undeniably Sci-Fi pulp, and the title came from my intent to produce an art-related magazine in Davis that fell through the cracks, so the title is either a) my own memento mori, reminding me to follow through with my personal endeavors lest I die with a life unfulfilled or b) simply an act of reconciliation.
Anyway, today marks the midway point of the month, and I've written twenty thousands words since November 1st. Once a writer submits at least fifty thousand words worth of a first draft of a novel, then that person automatically is considered a winner. The prize is the experience, they say, instead of some kind of tangible trophy. According to Nanowrimo organizers, the second week of November usually marks a dry period of creativity. After the first productive week of writing and a more or less clever plot line, many people, myself included, lost steam. Now, I am in the third week of this writing marathon, and I'm quickly gaining second wind, and though it may be attributable to my generally vacant Mondays, I'm opening up new plot lines and complicating previous ones. (Basically: more planets = more writing fodder, duh!)
P.S. I need a real website, like, right now.
