Camp NaNoWriMo Hiatus


2014-Participant-Facebook-ProfileI’ve been remiss in keeping up my blog lately. My excuse is that I’ve spent the last 30 days prepping for (and now starting) Camp NaNoWriMo. Doing a little plotting, forming a cabin, making Grand Plans, wrapping up other projects I had on my plate so I could focus on The One for July. And of course, now we’re ten days in. But really, there’s not much to be blogged about during NaNo that others aren’t already saying.

So I’m not going to blog about our AWESOME cabin and how we’d for sure win the canoe races and the three-legged race AND the pie eating contest and leave all those other cabins in our dust. I’m not going to bore people with how incredibly talented the nine other writers in our cabin are, or how fun it’s been to see everyone post their “Lines of the Day.” I’m REALLY not going to post about the wide variety of genres represented in our cabin—from MG to erotic romance—or how hilarious it is to read one line about a kid skinning his knees falling off his bike, and the next about the erotic consumption of a crab cake. Nope, not going to blog about that.

So yeah, taking a little hiatus while I write and cheer on my cabin mates. I’ll be back soon with war stories of surviving the s’mores overload, the sneaked-in jugs of cheap wine and the midnight cries for mommy. And hopefully by this time next year I’ll be able report back about the projects that started as Camp NaNo fodder, only to get one of us an agent, or become someone’s first, or next, published work. Woot!




Risk, Reward and Dirty Dishes


I spend a lot of time in my own head…entirely too much, really. And starting a blog isn’t helping. I’ve found myself asking if this thing or that experience could be turned into an interesting post. This morning I was unloading the dishwasher and I actually asked myself—out loud inside my head—if I could turn that mundane activity into an essay on the philosophical dilemma of housework, or of choosing not to do housework. Seriously. I have a problem.

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Yet, on the other end of the spectrum, a Retweet this morning pointed me to an interesting article in Writer Unboxed. Porter Anderson makes a cogent case for why writers should beware the “fellowship of the virtual gathering.” His point is that most writers put fingers to keyboard for a reason: to have their work consumed by a wide audience, an audience composed not just of other writers. The risk of immersing in a community, he says, is that writers can forget to turn outward, to address their true audience. The reader. Continue reading