My Rocky Road to NaNoWriMo

My attempts at participating in NaNoWriMo…haven’t always gone as planned.

With this not so new year and ,most importantly, a new me I think I can conquer NaNoWriMo 2024. Okay, maybe not conquer necessarily but I can definitely inflict some serious word count wounds and finish up Bloody Endings: Book 2 of the Coven Origins Series. The highly anticipated sequel to Taming Armand: Book 1 of the Coven Origins Series (yes, a shameless plug is not beneath me, lol).

In order to take you down this path to finally and actively participating in NaNoWriMo I must set the scene. So, I will need to take you back to October 2022 as the treasured and much anticipated writing month of November was looming large. It’s a time of the year where writers seasoned and new make something akin to a resolution, a challenge, if you will to write 50K of a novel. Or to start or finish that manuscript that has been sitting idly in the word processor of your choice or stuffed away in a notebook collecting dust.

That year I had finally narrowed down a focus to one manuscript and only days before November 1st I had broken the 10K word count. Talk about elation. I was finally doing it. I was finally writing a book. I was ready and enthusiastic, this would be my first NaNoWriMo, and I was ready and more than willing to give it all I had. My beady black eyes were set on exceeding my personal goal of 40k by the end of November.

But fate or rather my body had other disruptive plans.

Illness happened and not just a bout of the flu but something that not only set me back but had me lying at Death’s door, or rather I like to think I was in his driveway. I like to believe I wasn’t that close, but the encyclopedia of medical notes and list of diagnoses say I was closer than I will ever be without actually have died.

So, while I awaited on an official diagnosis and subsequently my fate curled in a hospital bed my manuscript sat on my laptop at home far out of my grasp. Long story short, I couldn’t participate.

I was heartbroken that my first real attempt at gaining major ground on my manuscript was derailed by my unruly body. My treasonous immune system had the final say and NaNoWriMo 2022 was a no go.

The year 2023 hits and I made progress. I was well enough to start trying to bring some normalcy to my life. I was back in my room with my cat, my books and iced coffee. The year and my health seemed to be going well.

Although I did not hit the 40k I had promised myself, I am grateful to have walked away with my life and a renewed sense of self and a rededication to my writing.

Then Life once again lifed.

My mother suddenly became ill, my grandmother’s cognitive abilities continued and rapidly declined. My own health was stagnant. I wasn’t getting better but I hadn’t gotten worse and took that small victory, and gasping for breath, ran for the hills.

Ultimately, Mother lost her battle with cancer leaving behind a heartbroken author that didn’t want to write. Prior to my mother’s death, Babe my beloved four legged feline confidant lost her own battle. Completing the old saying ‘Death comes in threes’ was Granny. After months of forgetting, she too threw in the towel seeking a place where she could finally remember.

I grieved.

I am still grieving.

Eeven as a year will be marked for each of their deaths. But the will and the spirit to write has returned. The passion that was lost has returned and I plan to take full advantage of it.

NaNoWriMo 2024 here I am.

Why Sci-Fi?

A little rid bit on why I have decided to act on my desire to write science fiction.

I thought I’d stretch a bit and this time take a walk into another realm. Once again, I am genre hopping.

This genre has always intrigued me but it wasn’t until four years ago that I decided to pick up a sci-fi novel and give it another go. I mean a real chance. My previous ventures into reading science fiction had been short lived.

I found some of the stories I came across too far-fetched to even pretend they are realistic or possible. (This could be a huge flaw but that’s just how my brain works.) I need to be able to believe what is written is possible although the technology may not exist (yet).

But that still doesn’t answer the question, why sci-fi?

I have to be a bit of an ass and ask, why not? Also, it is freaking cool. Not to mention the uptick in Black women writing sci-fi. This discovery had me weak in the knees, and I wanted to delve into the genre even more.

For one birthday, I was given N.K. Jemisin’s How Long ’til Black Future Month?. I had never heard of this author so when I turned it over and read the back cover I saw a face that looked like mine. I geeked out much to the annoyance of my co-workers. That weekend Fifth Season on my bookshelf.

That gift as simple as it was, meant something. It was beyond the fact that my friend and co-worker apparently knew me better than I had originally thought. But it also gave me a sense of ‘you are a writer’; you can create your world and put onto paper whatever the hell YOU want. You can write science fiction too!

Simply because you are a woman that is Black doesn’t mean that you are confined to only write social justice pieces, although I don’t find anything wrong with that type of writing and greatly believe in its importance, but there are some of us that want to show off our talents and imaginations.

We are more than down-trodden individuals, we are lively and brimming with ideas, stories and we bring a different perspective to a world that’s overflowing with the same type of sci-fi/fantasy writer.

Some of us color outside the lines or just miss the paper entirely.

Quiet

Two swings at a writing prompt challenge-the word that week was ‘Quiet.’

Below are two versions of what I wrote for a writing prompt challenge that I participated in September of last year.

1st Attempt at ‘Quiet’

Desolation.

The street light flickered and I knew another wave was coming. Of what I wasn’t quite sure and in the window seat I slid down a little further and clutched Knubby a bit closer. I did it as if to shield her or attempt to protect myself, I am still unsure of which.

2nd Attempt at ‘Quiet’

The fridge buzzed as if letting me know it was doing its job. It made a show of keeping everything cold. The humming picked up as I turned and eyed the appliance. She was defiant letting me know that she wouldn’t be bullied into being quiet-silent.

Silent.

That word rattled around in my head long after I had lain down in my twin bed for the night.

She wasn’t like me at a loss for words always grasping at syllables and frantically attempting to string them together.

Words. Little things that conveyed thoughts and emotions. I was desperate to let someone know mine and yet I was at a loss.