A minor character decides to take a more prominent role: welcome Richard
Introduction.
Hello. I am Richard, I don't believe I know any of you, bar Steve. Delighted to make your accquaintance. If my name rings a bell, it may be because you have read my dramatically unpopular, and mostly unread previous novels - the 1566 word novella Stupendous Failure, and the even more efficient, 17 word courtroom drama, The Judicious Sentence. Those, as you may have guessed were my previous two attempts at NaNoWriMo, and this, coincidentally, is my third. If you do not know me from those, then my name has only been singled out once elsewhere because I have the dubious honour of spread the U of A's chapter of NaNoWriMo to England.
If music be the fuel of fifty-thousand words
As I sit here in my tweed jacket, stroking my moustache and sipping my tea, I find myself wondering whether there is anything I can do to postpone the writing of my most recent novel. After kindly being granted permission by Steve to blog in these here holy pages, I thought I might ask a question regarding something I read in the No Plot? No Problem book. What music, if any, do you find helps you write? During my first day of writing yesterday, I found that the comforting lyrical & musical blandness of Eighties Cock Rock has helped me lose my Inner Editor and write eight pages full of poorly composed sentences, tied together with extremely tenuous plot-lines that spit in the face of every single element on my First Magna Carta.
Hello. I am Richard, I don't believe I know any of you, bar Steve. Delighted to make your accquaintance. If my name rings a bell, it may be because you have read my dramatically unpopular, and mostly unread previous novels - the 1566 word novella Stupendous Failure, and the even more efficient, 17 word courtroom drama, The Judicious Sentence. Those, as you may have guessed were my previous two attempts at NaNoWriMo, and this, coincidentally, is my third. If you do not know me from those, then my name has only been singled out once elsewhere because I have the dubious honour of spread the U of A's chapter of NaNoWriMo to England.
If music be the fuel of fifty-thousand words
As I sit here in my tweed jacket, stroking my moustache and sipping my tea, I find myself wondering whether there is anything I can do to postpone the writing of my most recent novel. After kindly being granted permission by Steve to blog in these here holy pages, I thought I might ask a question regarding something I read in the No Plot? No Problem book. What music, if any, do you find helps you write? During my first day of writing yesterday, I found that the comforting lyrical & musical blandness of Eighties Cock Rock has helped me lose my Inner Editor and write eight pages full of poorly composed sentences, tied together with extremely tenuous plot-lines that spit in the face of every single element on my First Magna Carta.
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