NaNoWriMo day 8

Welcome to day eight of the most fabulous show on earth. Erm, yes. I’ll split this into three sections, which, seeing as it’s gone 7pm isn’t good – you’ll see why later.

Life

The boiler blew up last week and we’ve had scant hot water. Consequently, I’m beginning to look like a bit player in a Dickens adaptation, and certainly feel like one.

Went to bed late so got up late. Getting up late isn’t good and it’s lucky I’m self-employed. Not so lucky that the work I was expecting hasn’t arrived yet. Yea! thought I. I  can write.

Haven’t written a jot … yet.

Frittering

It’s a pity I can’t find a niche market for frittering as I seem to excel at it, and I’m also rather good at net research. The proof of the pudding being finding out that my Great-Grandfather would have been 157 this year! It’s a bit of a story so I’ll keep it short:

I accessed an email account I’d almost forgotten about and found a link to a website called Genes Reunited which I’d joined a few years back to try and discover my family tree. It offered me free access to the 1911 census. Now free is good, because census access can be expensive. I clicked the link (first checking it was legitimate and not spam for a ‘ penis enlargement’ scam) and arrived at the logon page. Luckily, I use a password program – otherwise that’s where this tale would have ended – and it logged me in. Colour me embarrassed but there was an email from a chap I’d last corresponded with four years ago. To cut a long thing short: the 1911 census gave me all the information I hadn’t been able to find out before. Seeing where my long dead relatives used to live and who lived with them in the house in 1911 was amazing! And, I remembered my Great-Grandfather was an author of children’s books!

I trundled over to Google,  typed in his name and arrived at Project Gutenburg where to my amazement I found they had transcribed one of his books into .mobi and .epub: The Hero of Garside School. It was quite an emotional moment. 😉 Maybe I write because it’s somewhere in my DNA? My Grandmother was a journalist, too.

After lunch – because a sensible fritterer always has cheese on toast – I tried loglines again (see yesterday’s post). As a pantser – one who writes on the fly rather than having a plot to follow – I don’t think they’re going to be that useful for me. When I finish the first draft I’ll try loglining again. At that point I think they’ll help me to refine the story.

NaNo day 8

As it’s now nearly 8pm I’ve got to get my skates on and start writing. No point in spanking myself (a la John Cleese in Fawlty Towers) and no point in wailing as I rip out my hair. No, I’ll just toodle off and write.

Ave.

NaNoWriMo day 7

Addiction is a terrible thing, especially when it keeps you away from writing. I’m not talking about drugs – though maybe I am as all addiction has to do with Brain chemistry – I’m talking about frittering away time on-line.

Luckily, today’s frittering fix found gold (argh, gold I tell ‘ee) in the form of ‘loglines’.  If you’re a writer loglines are a very useful tool for clarifying your story.

A logline is a short, pithy, outline of your novel (or screenplay). It is short, as in twenty seven words (that’s 27 words for those who have fallen off their chairs in shock). Yes, I too thought it was a ludicrous idea until I tried it. Even if you’re not convinced do have a go, because then you’ll be able to say ‘Na, tried loglines and they did nothing for me, mate.’

This NaNo I’m writing the back half of a novel I started in NaNo 2008. I was having trouble with various elements of the plot until I stumbled upon the logline concept. It took me a while, but I managed to refine the basic premise to 27 words. Now, I’m flying! Okay, so not flying exactly, but my logline has helped.

A day before NaNo I joined a site called Scibophile (fun, free to join, and no, I don’t work for them). It’s a critique site where you crit, get points and spend them getting a crit for your own work. It’s a good concept, but I digress. One of the forums I discovered today was called ‘Loglines’. Here and here is more information.

Here is my 24 word logline – I have three words in reserve:
Unknowingly chased by Nasties across the multiverse Davy has no idea of the trouble he’s in, or the trouble he’s causing his parents’ kindnappers.

Now, I simply must carry on writing … or … maybe I’ll spend another ten minutes frittering. 😉

Ave.