It’s a romantic thought isn’t it? The image of great writers like William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, the Bronte Sisters and all the rest, working by candle light on their great masterpieces with only the sound of the scratch of a pen (or some equivalent) across the page as the only sound.
I myself used to write everything by hand, as a child growing up in the early nineties all school writing was done by hand. There was no computer, I didn’t like using the typewriter and thus, I wrote things down. Once the computer came along however I made the switch. How convenient it was, spell check and everything and ready to print.
There was the odd occasion, when I was at university where I would scribble in a notebook on the way home from school on the train / bus and lots of my stories were written that way. In fact, the last third of my first completed novel was written by hand, and an 80k long fan-fiction rendition was written mostly by hand too.
Handwriting is a great way to break writer’s block (which will be another post all together) and I still hold to the romantic notion of writing by hand. And so, I decided that as a dry run for November I would try and handwrite a story of around 50k. I even bought a quite nice (if not really expensive) moleskine notebook but we’re five days in and I haven’t written anything for the last two.
So what does this mean? Handwriting and me don’t work.I mean, it’s fun for a bit, and it can get the ideas flowing, but in the long term, it just doesn’t work. Shame.
Or rather. And so it ends. The month of November has officially come to a close. I am a shattering 36810 away from my 50k goal. Third time in a row. Third loss. You know I think that I could have done it had I not been in school…
…and if I had decided not to handwrite the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong, handwriting is wonderful. But it takes too long. And in a month where speed is an issue, too long can mean the death of you…
…I’ll aim for 50k in January, handwritten. We’ll see what happens. And as to what will happen to My Life as a Teenage Witch? Meh. Who knows.
Today is day 15 of NANO and I’m way far behind. I’m only at 13190 handwritten words and in order to make the month it will take me handwriting 2300 words a day to catch up. Now if I can maintain 30 words per minute it will only take me 77 minutes or 1 hour and 17 minutes however maintaining that pace is near impossible. I am going to keep trying however. I’m going to keep trying.
Title: My Life of a Teenage Witch
Word Count: 3370
# of 6×9 Pages Handwritten: 37
I kept on breathing in and out until I suddenly found myself staring at a crystal lake with mountains of green in the background. In that moment I wasn’t sure if I was awake or dreaming and after a moment the sun on the water blinded me and I could suddenly see a female form silhouetted against the sky. My heart constricted and I thought in my soul that I knew the figure. I reached out and the image shattered like an image on water, to the clang of a bell.
My eyes opened and I saw that our meditative time was over. Our coven was gathering but I was too stunned to move. The vision I had had, the figure bathed in light, the natural scene, I wasn’t sure whether or not I had been blessed with a vision of the Lady or if—
Now it is time for bed.
Sometimes, my inspiration and my muses take me by surprise. When I started scribbling down a little story about an oracle and Apollo, I figured that I’d have enough for 4k if that, but now it’s expanded to be at least 9k and who knows, it may get even longer.