{"id":62,"date":"2011-12-01T11:04:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-01T19:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/?p=62"},"modified":"2012-05-30T15:38:08","modified_gmt":"2012-05-30T22:38:08","slug":"nanowrimovember-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-love-the-stache","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jamesfunfer.com\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"‘NaNoWriMovember’ OR: ‘How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the ‘Stache’"},"content":{"rendered":"

Well, the dog days are over<\/a>…or, in this case, the razorless days. Movember is done, and although I didn’t manage to raise as much money as I’d hoped, I had quite a few people tell me that the ‘stache suits me. I’ll let you judge for yourself:<\/p>\n

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Rave reviews or no, it’s gone after the Movember wrap-up party tomorrow. In any case, this blog is supposed to be about writing, not my facial hair! So on to more important things.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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NaNoWriMo wasn’t quite the same for me this year as it has been in previous years. Back when Vicious Writers was around, I was writing to compete<\/em>. <\/em>Competition can be a great motivating factor, and it certainly was for me. I produced my first novel out of it, and a great science fiction novella last year (needs work, but I loved writing it, sleep deprivation and all). This year, however, I didn’t even set myself on the official NaNoWriMo website. I was writing for myself, using the 50,000 words a month goal to get a jump-start on my sequel.<\/div>\n
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Although I only produced about half of the words that I was hoping for, November was a busy month in many other ways, so I don’t feel that the time was wasted at all. I have a prologue and three chapters for the sequel to Hearts<\/em>, plus a framework full of ideas that I fell in love with. As soon as I started writing it, all of the POV characters were whispering in my ear, clamouring to tell their stories.<\/div>\n
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Now that it’s December, I can turn my attention back to Hearts<\/em>. The edits are technically, mostly finished. I’m giving the manuscript one last read-through over the next couple of days and then it goes back to Genie and Jim<\/a>. From there…publication will follow! I’ll be sharing details here as they develop.<\/div>\n
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I did a bit of non-novel writing during November, and a good deal of planning. More prologues for my ‘Unfinished’ story will be coming up, as well as a new cross-genre idea that I’ve been tossing around.<\/div>\n
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I’ve also been messing around with poetry. Now I’ve never considered myself to be particularly good<\/em> at poetry, and I usually don’t like expressing myself with structured rhyme schemes, so most of what I wrote came out very free-form, and most of it is not<\/em> for this blog. However, my friend Matt<\/a> is putting together a music portfolio and asked me for some spoken word that he could use for a song, so I came up with this:<\/div>\n
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Vista<\/p>\n

Daybreak rises behind me<\/p>\n

Sky dappled in cherry and persimmon<\/p>\n

Over my forest in spring<\/p>\n

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I, vagabond, view the valley<\/p>\n

Through a verdant vista<\/p>\n

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The path I follow widens<\/p>\n

Reaches a crux<\/p>\n

Avenues beckon like open doors<\/p>\n

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As I survey the lanes<\/p>\n

I hear a distant rhythm calling<\/p>\n

Calling<\/p>\n

Calling to me<\/p>\n

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And I know that I have already chosen<\/p>\n

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Budding young leaves<\/p>\n

Like hands draw me onward as the beat grows stronger<\/p>\n

A rhythm I know like the beating of my own heart<\/p>\n

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The path ends in a lake<\/p>\n

The source<\/p>\n

And even on the shore I am awash in sound<\/p>\n

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I sit amongst the pebbles and listen<\/p>\n

But it is not long before I want to swim<\/p>\n

Naked and free, I plunge into the depths of the source<\/p>\n

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The lake<\/p>\n

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The music<\/p>\n

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With the sun at its zenith I crawl onto the shore<\/p>\n

Like some proto-amphibian<\/p>\n

Taking its first breath as something new<\/p>\n

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Something undiscovered<\/p>\n

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The path is calling<\/p>\n

And though my source is here<\/p>\n

I must continue<\/p>\n

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I slake my thirst before I go<\/p>\n

And the music continues to pulse<\/p>\n

Inside of me<\/p>\n

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Ahead the sun is setting<\/p>\n

Sky dappled in fire and crimson<\/p>\n

Over a hot summer night<\/p>\n

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The moon rises like a cold eye<\/p>\n

Leaves clutch and grab<\/p>\n

Shadows dance and whisper, obscuring the path<\/p>\n

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I, vagabond, vie vehemence<\/p>\n

Fear is only a vista<\/p>\n

And I have brought my own light<\/p>\n

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My music<\/p>\n

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My source<\/p>\n

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…feel free to tear my poetry apart. I like to. Well, happy December, everyone! You’ll hear from me when I’m done re-reading Hearts…<\/em>or maybe once I decide on a title.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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