As is my impulsive nature, I decided on April 3rd that I would attempt Camp Nanowrimo; after two days I got my realistic side on, and switched the goal from 50,000 to 25,000. On a very discouraging afternoon when reaching the day’s norm seemed impossible, I lowered it again, to 20,000. That worked much better; I clocked out at 20,595 words. Granted, they’re not all strung together in the most eloquent manner, and a few bunches I consider to be quite awful, but I did set a tentative goal and accomplish it. Yay! :)
The biggest lesson it gave me though, was routine. And it wasn’t just the satisfaction of seeing that little bar inch up every night, I was actually happy for the sake of consistency itself, a rather foreign idea for me ;)
My only thought going in was to write a World War Two story that involved bombers; everything else grew out of that. Grew too much, methinks. I introduced new characters like peanuts, had 2.5 plane crashes, two engagements, a wedding, and a secret mission. All in a short little story. I’ll have to work on that. Oh, and roughly 75% of it is dialogue; that just doesn’t seem right. Anyway, Here’s a few little rough cut remnants of the train wreck that was Camp Nanowrimo!