Preparation

It is March 29th and I am sitting in a very crowded Starbucks.
What, might you ask, am I doing here? Especially since I do not like crowds...or coffee for that matter.

It is two days before the spring session of Camp NaNoWriMo begins and I am ironing out some of the details of my plot cards and adding to my character list. I have been sorted into my cabin, and I have to say that I am excited to have been sorted with my fellow cabin mates! Everyone is writing some kind of fantasy novel (it seems) and there are a few people included that sound like they are just as excited as I am to start this crazy journey again.

I have fully planned out the third installment of my fantasy series, and am starting to get excited at seeing all of my characters again. It has been very difficult to wait to write this next book until April 1st. I was so excited for this coming month that I even took off of work on Tuesday, April 1st!
My plan is to get up at the normal time for work and write for a solid 3/4 hours and then treat myself to breakfast at a place I love but haven't been to for a while.

Once again my goal for the month will be high. My goal according to the webpage is 60 K in the 31 days. But my real goal is to write 2,500 words each day, hopefully almost 5K on the days when I am off. I really want to finish this story in the 31 days, and I know that it will be between 75-80K.

I cannot accurately describe the joy that this will bring me. Even if no one ever reads my stories, I love writing. I love creating characters and then letting them take me on an adventure.

Though I do hope someday, people will love the characters as much as I do.

Changes

Sadly my laptop computer that I have had for the past 5 years was dying. So with a slightly heavy heart I started shopping around for another computer. I finally settled on a Mac, and after careful thought and good info from my dad, I picked a MacBook Pro. So far so good. 

I am looking forward to exploring the programs and being able to write my novels without fear of having my laptop crash and losing all of my work. 

Oh and check out the NaNoWriMo personalization :) 

Just Stories

                Last week I went with my mother on a mission trip downtown. It was a lovely experience helping others, and I adored the kids who came by. The ladies that we carpooled with are members of a group that my mother is a member of. Naturally these ladies have never met me, and the question of “What do you do” popped up. So I gave the normal response of my day job, and then I said that I am a writer and that I am currently fixing both my first and second novel as well as planning out the third. My words were rewarded with impressed nods and smiles. Then the next logical question: “What do you write”. Without flinching I explained that my current project was a high or epic fantasy series similar to Tolkien (always good to use a reference most people will understand). I was rewarded with another nod. Then the Kicker:

                “But those are just stories. I only read stuff I can learn something from, like history, biographies. You know, that kind of stuff.”

                I take it as either a sign of maturity or of acceptance of other peoples opinions, that I didn’t slap her. My mother must have seen my initial reaction before I switched to a neutral expression, for she laid her hand on my arm. I let the woman rattle on and inserted the appropriate “yes”, “I see”, and the non-committal noises. But all the while my emotions were scrambled. I couldn’t believe how easily this woman just offended me, how flippant her words were. And not only that, but with one sentence she essentially told me that the five years I spent in college learning about Creative Writing and all of my passion for writing is nothing.

                All week her words have been ringing around in my mind. “They’re just stories. “ I am no longer offended, but rather I have a response that I wish I would have come up with when she had first said her piece. Yes, they are “just” stories. Yes, I like to both read and write them. However, there are a few things about writing and about “stories” you should know.

                When I write I am getting into another persons mindset; their lives, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and desires. I am not escaping from reality, I am diving head first into the human condition. It is messy and convoluted, just as “real life” is.

                As for the history of stories: telling stories whether histories or something that was come up with on the spot. Stories bring people together. They teach about the past, the present and the future. Stories and ability to come up with new ones is something that is unique to modern humans. It separates us from every other animal on the planet. While the rest of the animals were cowering in the dark, we were telling stories around the campfire.

                Stories tell us who we are. And besides, history is usually written by the “winners”, which means they are often skewed. How are the histories and biographies NOT stories? The only difference is that these stories happened. All of the stories, whether they are fiction or fact teach us something about ourselves. They teach us of our faults, our prides, our aspirations as a species.

                We need stories. Both fiction and fact to be who we are. I am no longer upset with her and her ignorant comments, I actually feel sorry for her that she can’t see past her own bias.