Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Steaming along

Today I've been a pretty rubbish mum. I'm too interested in my new baby and I have been writing while I'm meant to be doing my proper job, being a mum.
Thank goodness then for my electric steamer and a few handfuls of frozen veg. It's better than a microwave, which I'm rubbish with. With very little effort (yes, filling the water bit up was a bit stressful and I did get cold hands from the veg) I managed to make tea. Or rather, it made itself while I attended to other things.
My NaNo is really amusing me so far. I'm pleased with my progress so far 4,124 words and I've not run out of ideas yet for where this plot is going to take me. But I found out today that Nov 30 is not the end. Apparently December is given over to editing your completed NaNovel. When am I going to ice my xmas cake? Is there an electric implement to do that for me?

Sunday, 1 November 2009

It's November

Well, it's day two of November and I haven't shirked my responsibility to myself just yet. I'm very pleased with yesterday's effort and I could have done more, but got distracted with washing up and other chores I'd neglected so thought I'd sleep on my ideas for the next bit.

I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write today because, although half term is technically over it's an inset/teacher training/baker day thing today. I still don't understand what they're about...

Hopefully I will be able to get over the 3.000 mark today. I think I know where I'm going next with this plot, but I'm not necessarily writing it in the order it's meant to be. Just as it occurs to me. Now, that's not quite as random as it sounds,  it does flow, but I wonder if it might flow better in a different sequence, but I'll worry about that when I've written 50,000.  I've not managed 10% yet.

Best go and entertain those children.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Half term

I am halfway through half term and so far it has been a bit of a washout. I had plans for things to do with the children when they were together, but illness struck and so far they have slept and cried pretty much the whole week.

Today we got a lie in. The first since D2 was born. Anyway, we're lounging around in our pyjamas investigating things and having quiet and lazy play.

We need to go to the shops though, three days of not leaving the house means we have no basic provisions (thank heavens for the milkman though). So I need to brave the shops and other human beings to get nourishment for the family. My dilemma of the day is - do I support my local shops and get the train into town and shop there, my only problem is that the town is currently in the process of being redeveloped and is as yet un-redeveloped. Or, do I drive to an out of town place and go to shops that will be open but will be over utilised by other mums and children on half term?

While the children have slept, I have been busy homemaking, like a good mum should...(ha ha ha). I have made the Christmas cake and I've made some curtains to stop the light from next door's landing window coming through our window and waking us up when they go to the loo in the night.

Well, only two and a bit days left to go NaNoWriMo and I know what I"m going to write about.

I'd best go, D1 is asking me to make her head smaller so she can fit it into a tight loop. Some mediation required I feel.

Monday, 19 October 2009

Shooting my NaNoWriMouth off

Well, it seems that after my last blog post I've gone and signed up for NaNoWriMo. I foolishly(?) and eagerly agreed to join Catherine in NaNo this year. I thought it was ages until November, but then realised that it is actually October already.

When did that happen?

I'm sure it was only March the last time I looked.

So, now I'm having a few kittens and worrying how on earth I'm going to write 50,000 words in one month. When I can't even update this blog with any sort of regularity!!

I've worked out that 2,000 words a day over 30 days will give me 60,000 words (I'm not that bad at maths after all) and that will make me a NaNo winner. But can I be that rigid? If I go ahead will I find it too easy to slack the next day? And, more likely, if I fall behind, will I be able to write more to catch up?

Then there's my trauma about what to write. NaNo rules state that you can't write before November 1. But I have a WIP that I need to write before I burn up inside, can I use this for NaNo? Or do I start a new project? If I start a new project will I be cheating on my WIP? Will I be able to sleep at night knowing that I am neglecting my WIP? Or, should I just let my work unfold naturally and see where it gets me? Will I have enough tea in the house to make it through the month? What happens if I run out of tea bags at 4am on 15 November?
I know I'm worrying unnecessarily, November will happen with or without me - the rest of the year seems to have done that - and if I continue worrying about it I might worry the month away and write nothing and that would be a waste of NaNo.

If you're doing NaNo, I'm there as flixtonmum so be my buddy. I'm going to need all the encouragement I can get.

I'm off to have a cup of tea and work out if I need to replenish my war cupboard with more teabags.

Monday, 12 October 2009

A bit of healthy competition

Before I became a tea drinking lady of leisure, I had a proper job. I used to get up in the morning, put my brain in gear and write every day. And, at the end of the month I'd get a bit of money in bank account as way of a thank you for my efforts. I loved my job and would probably have gone back if the hours were better and I was paid more than a nursery place costs, but this blog post is not about the poor pay of local journalists.

I would possibly (although I never bothered finding out) have been paid the same amount of money whether I wrote one story a week or twenty-one stories a week. In fact, nobody I worked with bothered to find out, because as a breed local journalists these days have one thing in common - they are competitive. Let's face it, they don't do it for the money or the glory (somebody remove that soapbox from me).

If you asked me if I am a competitive person, I would probably say no I'm not. I don't care about winning, I've always been rubbish at running and all things sporty and I truly don't give two hoots how many hotels someone might have in a game of Monopoly. But what gets me out of bed in the morning is being able to write, having the time to write and producing words in an order that makes sense and conveys a message to people.

When I worked every day I had competition from other people who wanted the same as me. We competed with each other to have 'sell' our stories to the subs so they would want to include them in the paper. We would compete with each other for position in the paper, who would get that splash? We would compete with each other for the most number of quality stories in the paper. It was all good natured, it was all very healthy and it made me write and write well.

Nowadays, I do still write. But my time for writing is shorter than it used to be and I have far more distractions to keep from writing than I ever used to have. I am my only competition and that is hard. It is the toughest competition I have ever had. And lately I've been failing, falling far short of the bar I would like to set myself. I'm not going to meet my targets for this month, let alone this year.

What I do know is that I need competition, because if I didn't have to squeeze writing in between playgroups, school runs, cooking, cleaning, eating, drinking tea and singing nursery rhymes I know I wouldn't write at all. But without squeezing more time out of my day, how do I increase my competition?

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Rejected

I got a rejection letter. I returned home at dinner after dropping little lady off at nursery to find out that a woman's mag doesn't want one of my stories. I'm not feeling too down hearted about it, but I think it might be nice if, when rejecting my story, they could at least spell my name right.

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Blog Shame

I have been pondering on this post for some days and feel true shame. In fact so shameful that I haven't dare read any more of Nicola Morgan's crabbitness in case any more of it relates to me.
Why do I blog? I don't know. I"m not very good at it. I started a blog about a year ago, but that was not a good time for me (my dad died) so a lot of things fell to the wayside.
In the intervening months, I've missed not having a blog and lots of things have happened that I've thought, "oooh, I could blog about that, if I had a blog of course." I had more blog ideas than not, so I started it again and now I've not posted anything of any interest or any use or any purpose and sometimes I've not posted anything at all. Which might be a good thing.

I do have some issues in creating my blog's 'brand', as Ms Morgan says we bloggers should. Not least the fact that I don't like talking about myself at all. I can ramble on for days and days about nothing in particular, but with blogging you have to put a certain amount of yourself into the blog otherwise it's just a wall of words and the readers I don't yet have might as well read graffiti on a toilet wall. Let's face it, some of that is very interesting.

So when I set this blog up I thought I'd call it Flixtonmum, because I live in Flixton and I love it here. It is nothing special, but it is my home. I had this idea that if I didn't find inspiration in my writing to blog about then I could blog about the lovely Flixton.

I also thought, that if I had a blog and blogged every day (ahem...) then if I am writing every day I might actually write something every day.