#NaNoWriMo23

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Wednesday, November 1.

NaNoWriMo.

As one door closes, another door opens. So if you are feeling a little glum, a little blue, a little crestfallen this morning, as you pack your coffins, drone-controlled ghouls, pumpkins, and Normal Human Man costumes into the attic for another year, fear not. Because the passing of October 31st can only mean the arrival of November 1st. And the arrival of this date will be exciting and daunting news for y'all in Tumblr's writing community—it's #nanowrimo. 

Keyboards, touchscreens, typewriters, pens, and quills at the ready, folks. You've got 30 days to do 50,000 words. They are not going to write themselves. 

Good luck x

[capricornlevi]

(wc 759)

"you're gonna make me look good?"

jean's question is delivered with that annoying crooked smile, his jersey hugging tight across his chest as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back. he arches an eyebrow expectantly as you fiddle with the camera, trying to fix the settings that seem to have adjusted themselves without your knowledge.

as captain of the soccer team, he's the last player whose picture you need to capture for the college yearbook, and also as the captain, he brings with him an exceptionally smug but annoyingly charming aura that threatens to penetrate your stony resolve.

no, you force yourself to keep a straight face, it's bad enough that you got roped into this gig for free as a favour to your professor, you don't need to start stretching out these interactions any longer.

at that, you set the camera back on the tripod and lean closer, making sure the framing is right.

"okay, smile?" you say, halfway between an instruction and a question.

"i am smiling," he retorts instantly.

"smile ... i don't know, properly."

he winces with mock offence, screwing up whatever hope you had of getting the picture in one shot and finishing up for the day.

"properly?" he queries incredulously.

you sigh, closing your eyes so you don't roll them.

"professionally, then. formally. whatever what you want to do it."

"not open to me doing a silly one?"

"i'll give you one guess on that."

in the viewfinder you see jean's face twist back into that now-familiar smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, the light brown of his hair contrasting again the royal blue of the drape behind him.

(the hall of the gym isn't the best place to set up an impromptu photo studio, but you found an old team flag bundled up in a supply cupboard that made for a decent background)

"okay, okay, i'll be professional. showing my leadership qualities, and so on."

"great," you say flatly, focusing the camera.

"really demonstrating my abilities to represent the school."

"sounds good."

"recording this moment for future generations to come, a piece of living history--"

"do you ever stop talking?"

your interruption was intended to throw him off his tangent, hopefully to buy enough time for you to actually get the picture, but all it does is make him throw his head back with a laugh.

"i can if you want me to."

"if you wouldn't mind," you mumble, feeling a slight pang of guilt at how hard you came in when he's clearly just trying to lighten the mood.

still, you've been here since seven this morning -- soccer practice is early early, you've discovered -- and all you want in the world is to make your way home to collapse back into bed.

"ok, i'll shut up for a minute. if you can answer something for me first."

you take a steadying breath, temper starting to simmer. "what is it?"

"can you actually tell me if i look good?"

against all odds, he shocks you out of your sullen silence.

you pull away from focusing at the camera display to stare wordlessly at jean, the seriousness of the question still pinging around in your head.

he's flirting, obviously, but the question was delivered with sincerity.

"meaning?" you ask. no harm in clarifying, plus you're not entirely sure if he's looking for an ego boost or just asking whether his jersey is too wrinkled or his hair out of place.

"do i look good?"

you swallow thickly, avoiding the temptation to give him a once over. "you look fine."

"fine won't make the history books," he objects; again, with a hint of earnestness that you could find amusing in another setting.

"whatever. you look good, then."

"hair okay?"

"it's a mullet, so --"

he clutches his chest as if wounded, fully grinning now. "no cheap shots at the mullet while I'm in such a vulnerable position, im begging you."

again, your curiosity forces you to engage.

"vulnerable how?"

still smiling, eyes fixed on you, he answers.

"well, talking to a pretty girl, for one thing. secondly, pretty sure she's sworn off soccer players for good after this morning, so ... uphill battle, and all that. plus ive had a crush on her since she was selected as photographer for the championship final last year, so even more's at stake, y'know."

you pause. no words leave you, nothing even resembling a response. you're sure your mouth has actually dropped open.

brow arched again, jean tilts his head forward expectantly.

"aren't you gonna take the picture?"

[drabbleitout]

CalmNoWriMo Intro

Absolutely jumping on this brilliant idea from @winterandwords as I'm desperate to get back into writing and into the TB world!

Time Borrowed WIP Intro Here

Writing Goal

Focus on hitting important plot points in my chapters and getting them to flow

Doing the most work on the first & last 3 chapters

Not setting a certain word goal

Shooting for 4 chapters a week

I haven't worked on writing nearly all year and I want to use this as an opportunity to try and get back into the swing of things, dig into this draft, and get back into the writeblr community!

Draft 1 Word Count: 135.058 Draft 1 Chapter Count: 25

Self Care Goal

Stop doom scrolling

Read more!!

Set a bedtime!

I also wish all the best to everyone else out there partaking in NaNoWrimo and CalmNoWriMo! I'm also going to be updating my progress as I go — no matter how slow! I'd also like to send out more asks and interactions to fellow writers, regardless of participation, just to get back in the community!!

[tipsyhobbit]

Happy NaNoWriMo to all writers ☄️✒️

(help)

[stopitlight]

in case you were wondering, writing jacobi fanfiction for nanowrimo is going SWELL

[loichte]

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Characters: William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Louis James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Albert James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Sherlock Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Additional Tags: It's Nanowrimo, 5+1, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, sad Liam is sad Summary:

5+1 -

The hand in his was, as expected under the circumstances, sticky. He squeezed so hard that his fingernails were sure to leave marks. But it didn't matter; a banality that couldn't be less important at the moment. They strolled to not attract anyone's attention, just two dirty faces in the crowd. Their tattered, stained clothing and their thin, hunger-scarred bodies made them look like many other children in the area. Orphans, homeless, and on their own. Children who fought for their survival apart from society. Many didn't make it; they knew that. There was little mercy for something as insignificant as a child. Here, everyone was left to their own devices.

[anniesardors]

Tapping out from Nanowrimo2023 with a little over 75,000 words. Very excited to share some new stuff in the upcoming months 🤗

[seza-and-her-exo-obsession]

Progress chart looking beautiful, like look at that, I conquered you par line.

Then the daily word count chart is like 🫣

Seriously, it’s crazy.

But the ultimate takeaway is LOOK, I WON, I WROTE 50K WORDS IN 30 DAYS!!!!

[daniwritessometimes]

First 555 Words

It Keeps No Record of Wrongs

Love Never Fails 7

By Danielle Cheri

NaNoWriMo 2023

Chapter One

1911

Beryl Dyer was Victoria Osborne's oldest and dearest friend. They had been playmates for as long as Vick could remember. It was a little stab every time one of her friends married or had a child, but it was an assault when Beryl announced her own engagement.

Vick smiled and hugged Beryl and told her how happy she was for her. But deep down she was having a crisis. The pair of them had each respectively celebrated their 25th birthdays. The biggest difference was that Beryl was always surrounded by interesting men, but Vick rarely was. Sure, there were plenty that were attreacted to her and paid calls, but she never felt anything beyond friendly with most of them.

Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly petty, she blamed other members of her family. Susan, Anthony, and Zoe lived very comfortably together in their modest home. No one ever said aloud that her brother and sister shared their relationship with Susan, but every wione knew. And Anthony had been arrested for indecency when he was found in a compromising position with another man. This had been long before Victoria was born, but if she knew about it, then so did all of London.

Then there was Jason and his wife. Or rather, his husband, she supposed. But that was a slightly better secret than Anthony's past. Though there was plenty of talk about the man who had moved into the house Jason and his wife had once shared. And they way Michael treated Phillip, it was easy to see that there was more to the man than one first saw.

Beryl brought the invitation in person as the summer started to set in. It was a pretty cream with gold lettering.

"You are cordially invited to the nuptuals…."

Vick smiled, "A country wedding?"

Beryl laughed, "Yes. I know it sounds quaint, but Mama insisted we show hospitality and do somwthing out of the ordinary. Besides, Rupert's family actually owns the neighboring estate, so we've decided to make quite thr show of it. Your mother is invited, too, of course. We wouldn't dream of leaving her out so soon after your father's passing. And Mama has offered to be her companion the whole time she isn't fretting over the wedding. She also thinks your mother will have plenty of insight to the final preparations with how many of you there were."

Vick gave a laugh that she didn't entirely feel. "I'll make sure to pass this along to Mama. But unofficially we accept the invitation."

"That's just grand!" Beryl gave Vick a warm embrace and then sat back. "And don't you worry, Rupert and I are putting our heads together about all the elegiable men from both our guest lists and will introduce you to as many of them as we can at all the festivities leading up. Perhaps you can find your prince." She leaned in close, "Or at least find someone to have a memorable affair with."

Victoria felt her cheeks turning red. "Either way, I will do my best to be a good sport about it, but please leave it to a minimum."

Beryl held out her pinkie. "Promise."

Vick wrapped her own pinkie around Beryl's.

[tadhgoftheforest]

16,819 for the first 6 chapters that were posted to ao3

with a goal of writing at least 50,000 words during NaNoWriMo

51,055 official words before midnight

58,128 for the first 15 chapters, including some sections that were crossed out and the parts of the chapters that were already written

73,993 total written for the rough outline and chapters

now as a small behind the scenes: 4,166 of the 15,865 of an outline (with some parts not 100% fleshed out) has been translated from notes/ideas/outline to first draft material. That leaves 11,699 words to still be translated to first draft material. Which, I think if my math's right, that'll put this fic somewhere at or above the 200,000 word mark for the finished first draft. Roughly. There's some parts that I wrote in my outline that I skipped over or wanted to address differently.

So, that being said, I think this might start posting in the Spring. I didn't realize I had so much to say with this story. It's kind of taken on a life of its own. So while I'd hypothesized that I could finish it with NaNoWriMo and or use December to finish up writing and editing, and that I'd probably be ready to post in January, none of that hypothesis currently still stands. So it will be just a bit longer before I get this out in the world.

Thanks for sticking with me so long. I appreciate it. And I hope you'll think it was worth the wait.

[thewhalehastalestoo]

Hey y'all, Hey!

I’ve been quiet on here since I told everyone they should get migraine glasses. Largely because my new glasses really do work well (I also finally got a new pair of clear blue light glasses) and I’ve been working nonstop lmao. I have been pretty active over on Twitch, so if you start to miss me too much, head on over there and say hi! That actually leads us to our next point of order: It’s…

[voidcommascreamintothe]

I am an “all or nothing person”

Have I ever done any creative writing? No, some, for this blog, but no not even fanfics.

Did i write a 50k words novel for NANOWRIMO? No, its 80k and its gonna be a trilogy.

Hehe (this is a cry for help)

(Please im loosing my miND help me)

[sheri42]

NaNoWriMo 2023

Successful National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) challenge 2023–50,000 words in 25 days. Rough draft includes a new, unseen world & unique characters. Excerpt: a magical world with familial conflict #clmooc #smallpoems #poetry23 #NaNoWriMo #NaNoWriMo23

Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. And in November: writing a novel… My November writing — a poem a day plus writing 1667 words every day for NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month–for more information see my post: I Write] has been successful. It’s magical to allow your words to flow without an inner editor stopping every few seconds to correct a comma or debate a word with your…

[bittersweetsparadise]

How bad am I damaged that I'm disappointed but not surprised...

[stopitlight]

deciding to write fanfiction for nanowrimo was the best decision ive ever made

[theliterarymess]

*stole this idea from Kami Garcia*

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