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Nanowrimo 2013 Journal – Days 13 to 16

on November 17, 2013

Wednesday 13 November. 2.42 PM.

I find it so very difficult to write without getting distracted by the Internet. I only just passed the 16,000 word mark. It makes me wonder how on earth I accomplished anything in my life since the Internet connection first dialled-up its fierce and seductive temptations to my rural Australian hometown in the mid-late 1990s. I guess the difference is that back then, if I wanted to use the ‘net at all, it was only to check my hotmail briefly, and to do that I had to jump on my bicycle, ride a few kilometres uphill to my grandparents’ house, and take several minutes to open my virtually empty inbox while my grandad repeatedly reminded me that I had to hurry up because he was expecting a phone call. This isn’t one of those “in my day we had to walk fifteen miles in the snow” stories, either, it’s all true, and also we measure things in metric and don’t get snow in my hometown.

It wasn’t until my first year at university, when I started up an animal rights and Wiccan paganism geocities website, that I first tasted the temptation of social networking. Add to that countless pictures of cats, and Star Wars forums, and here we are. I love the Internet, I do. But I also strongly dislike it at times, and lament the hours I have spent vacantly refreshing Facebook in the full knowledge that every single one of my friends is at work or university right now and won’t have had time to like any of the twenty or so posts I shared in the last hour.

I really have to get on top of this.

For my fellow social media addicts who struggle with this stuff, in all seriousness, please read Nicholas Carr’s The Shadows: What the Internet is doing to our brains, which – funnily enough – has its own website. I read that book when I was floundering through my final year at university, trying to research and write an 18,000-word dissertation. It helped me get my head around some of the things stopping me from thinking clearly.

Bam. On that note, let’s get back to writing.

Friday 15 November. 7.51 PM.

I think I hit a wall. I’m having to try the method of just writing anything – whatever comes to mind. Not worrying about chronology.

Current word count: 17,790 words.

Friday 15 November. 9.32 PM.

I am writing a section of my story where the narrative takes place in a forest. By a brilliant coincidence, I happen to be listening to a Listening Earth album, “Tall Forest,” a compilation of birdsong from the forests of Gippsland in Victoria, Australia. One thing I particularly love about this particular album is that, being from the Gippsland region, which covers much of the south-eastern section of the Australian state of Victoria, it reminds me of the sounds of home. It turns out it was the perfect choice of background noise while I’m writing a story set in a forest.

I highly recommend their products, by the way. They are recording unique wild nature sounds and their work deserves far greater exposure. There is no music added to it – it is just nature sounds. They’re on Facebook, and post interesting links relating to the environment. They’re worth checking out.

Okay, back to writing!

Saturday 16 November. 10.08 PM.

My husband surprised me with a gift: the gift of Scrivener. It’s a writing and editing programme and it’s already proving itself useful in enabling me to easily divide up my manuscript-in-progress, and helped me flesh out details. I think it’s going to be important with helping continuity. I have been keeping handwritten planning notes while I type this first draft, but I have to say it’s very convenient being able to type up little information files as I go. Whether that’s a description of the terrain in a particular fictional town, or a profile for a character, it’s handy for me to keep tabs.

In other news, I’m exceedingly behind my target word count for this stage of nanowrimo, but I have to be honest: I’m really happy with my progress so far. For the first time in years, I’m looking at a story I’m writing as a legitimate piece of creative work with a lot of potential, rather than dismissing it as the time wasting of a housewife trying to ignore the pile of ironing that just won’t iron itself.

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