NaNo Camp July, Friday 28th (2017)

NaNoWriMo

And now, a few precious days before the end of Camp, let’s have something Camp specific: you can still adjust your wordcount if it pleases you. Let no one else decide your goals. Camp is for you, and you alone, to decide where you place the finish line.

NaNoWriMo in November is for us to hit 50k in 30 days. But Camp NaNoWriMo is not November, and cannot be. If you choose to try for 50k during Camp, make it your choice. You are the writer. Not your inner critic, not your outer critics, not anybody else. You.

You have made it this far through Camp. You’ve won. Maybe you haven’t gotten all the words you wanted, but that doesn’t matter. You’re still here. Maybe you quit earlier in the month; that’s okay. You were here. You tried. You did not fail– you were present.

I don’t like participation trophies. But NaNoWriMo, and Camp, is not a tournament to be fought for between participants. It’s a fight for ourselves, against ourselves. We didn’t get participation trophies. We got victory trophies.

And that’s worth celebrating.

–Natasha

NaNoGoal: 20,119/20,000

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Requesting Your Help

Update: the YouCaring link to the same/similar fundraiser. YouCaring takes less from each donation. We do still need your help! It’s important to us, and your help will not go to waste.

Author Natasha York

The GoFundMe page to Save My Home

I hate to ask for your help, but I need it.

When I was young, I moved into the home where I currently live. I was tiny and I didn’t know much better, and there was my mother, my father, my two brothers and me.

Unfortunately my father had a gypsy heart and wasn’t the sort who could stand to settle down– and what was worse, he didn’t believe in settling debts when he left. He convinced my mother to sell her place that had been paid for, the house I had been born in, and move from my home state, claiming that he would replace the home she had for something even better.

My mother believed him. We all did. We didn’t know, at the time, what he was like. That he would cut and run, run, run. As far as he could go.

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Requesting Your Help

The GoFundMe page to Save My Home

I hate to ask for your help, but I need it.

When I was young, I moved into the home where I currently live. I was tiny and I didn’t know much better, and there was my mother, my father, my two brothers and me.

Unfortunately my father had a gypsy heart and wasn’t the sort who could stand to settle down– and what was worse, he didn’t believe in settling debts when he left. He convinced my mother to sell her place that had been paid for, the house I had been born in, and move from my home state, claiming that he would replace the home she had for something even better.

My mother believed him. We all did. We didn’t know, at the time, what he was like. That he would cut and run, run, run. As far as he could go.

He also didn’t believe in paying above the lowest choice on bills. When he finally cut and run, we worked out a budget to get it paid off in the next five years– and it was a good, solid plan. We’re two years into it. Except on New Years Eve 2016, we were told we have to crush it into the next three months, and there’s no way we can do that on our own. We just don’t have that much saved up.

The money I’m asking for is enough to pay off the house and land. The alternative is to move, and we’re desperate not to do that. It would take more to do that than it would to simply pay off the property, and I’ve lived here since I was a small girl. Getting your help means that I don’t have to move– that my family and I get to keep our home, that we don’t have to use our income tax to move.

I cannot tell you how grateful I would be for any help at all. If you can’t donate but you still want to help, please pray for me and my family, keep us in your hearts and send us good will. But if you can donate, if you can find it in your hearts to help us, I beg you, please help us keep our home.

–Natasha

Movies That Hijack the Brain

There are not that many shows that give me longstanding grief, that mess with with my mind and give me issues with paranoia and fear.

Movies aren’t supposed to do that, you wouldn’t figure. But some of them did. Some of them still do.

Once a year for Halloween we watch Hocus Pocus, which isn’t so bad, but we also watch Stephen King’s It. This movie messed me up. I can’t look at clowns the same way. It bothers me. I understand clowns are supposed to be funny. I understand lots of kids love them. I.. I think I could do clowns if there’s more than one clown? Like the circus. Clowns in the circus would be greats.

Singular clowns itch at me a little, because of It.

Most movies don’t do that, even among proper horror venues. Turn regular things into stuff that tickles the lizard hind-brain and kicks the flight or fight reflex into high gear. But It did it.

You know what else did it?

Legion.

This guy.

This guy has ruined ice cream guys. He ruined the ice cream jingle.

I don’t watch too many movies that ruin innocent things. I regret that I love both It and Legion as much as I do, because I know that they will reinforce this image in my head. But they’re both well done movies, and one day I’ll write reviews on them. Probably not too long from now. We’ll see. I have to gather up enough guts to go watch them again first.

I’m curious to see what movies messed with other people, anything that’s bothered you so much you can’t look at things the same way again. Any recommendations will be whole-heartedly welcome, as well.

–Natasha

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NaNoWriMo, Friday 25th (2016)

NaNoWriMo

We’re almost there. NaNoWriMo is almost over– we have only five more days, but this will be my last NaNo Friday for 2016.

I have covered starting late. I have covered killing your characters. I have covered rewarding yourself. What I haven’t yet covered is the most important reminder:

You have already won.

Yeah. You heard me say it. You’ve already won. If you even batted an eyelash at NaNoWriMo this year, I consider you a winner. If you wrote one word, you’re a winner. You have won. You are always winning.

Writing isn’t for everyone. NaNoWriMo isn’t for everyone. Whether you considered it and put it down or picked it up, the fact is that you considered it, for even the barest of moments. Some people write better on a deadline. Some people don’t. Some people write better in a group, and some people write better in solitude. Some people write better off the grid and some people on it.

If you haven’t hit your goal this month, you still have a few days to do it. If you’ve already hit it, try to egg it a little higher. But remember that you have so far survived the month of November, whether you’re doing NaNoWriMo, Sketchvember, 30 Covers in 30 Days, or anything of the sort. You’re here nearing the end and you can say, I did it.

And you have. We did it. Together. All of us.

–Natasha

NaNo Goal: 48,530/50,000

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/24-7/30 (2016)

Well, I meant to write this earlier in the week, but I got… somewhat sidetracked, and it didn’t happen.

I had a massive 5k day yesterday, and my brain is still a bit fried from all that, so I’m sure I’m not doing justice to the vision in my head but you know what? Doesn’t matter. Sometimes less is more.

This week’s prompt is here, by Amanda, as usual.


Jump

They say it’s a rush, jumping out of an airplane. More without a parachute. People, all sorts of people, say it’s a bigger thrill than sex or chocolate, better than winning the lottery at forty-something mil.

Let me tell you: they are absolutely not wrong.

Well, no. They are. Falling sucks. Flying, on the other hand, is amazing. I’ve been in the air for four hours– after a disastrous pep-talk from the military instructor, which basically amounted to and if you could do this on the ground, we’d be doing it there, but you already know how to jump and fall so it’s time to kick the chicks from the nest– and it may have taken a bit of time to get my balance, a little, get my feet under me and stop the dizzying vertigo, talk my wings into flaring out, feathers spread. But I got that down now. The ground hasn’t come any closer in the last four hours, and it’s a rush, to slice through the wind.

I can hear Lillian laughing, breathless through the comlink, as Tobias twists himself into a string of barrel rolls. Montgomery is rambling physics, a language I can’t speak and his conversation partner Rachel can barely follow.

And then there’s me.

All I’ve been doing for the last four hours is falling in love with the sky. And the wind. And my wings, as they carry me above the trees far, far below.

It’s not what I expected when I signed up for the program. But that’s good, because this is better.


And while we’re at it, lets have a list of people who’ve done it, yeah? Yeah! Good job guys!

Amanda’s | Kayla’s

Join us! I know you can come up with something super clever too.

-Natasha

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About the Author: My Writing Habits

Amanda tagged me to list my Writing Habits. She enjoys tagging me. She does it on purpose. Don’t tell her, but I kind of like it. Sometimes. Certainly it’s good for racking up my daily word count.

Question One: Where do you like to write?
Answer: Wherever I can. I find myself scribbling in my room, in the car, toting a notebook anywhere and everywhere I can get away with.

Question Two: What program do you like to write with?
Answer: Gdocs, Scrivener, Notebook, notebooks, scrap paper…

Question Three: What is your current writing project?
Answer: I have so many, but my current manuscript for original work is AoL…

Question Four: Have you ever finished a novel? If so, when and what was it about?
Answer: I have read so many novels it’s not funny– wait. You mean finished writing. Uh, nope, sorry.

Question Five: What was the last project you completed?
Answer: Hm. Good question. I believe the last project I completed was last week’s prompt but I cannot say for sure if that counts. Otherwise, I have no idea. I suppose I should complete something properly.

Question Six: Do you snack when you write?
Answer: During NaNoWriMo, otherwise known as November, I snack constantly when I write. I buy myself a pack of sunflower seeds– well, several of them… and then I snack constantly. I subsist primarily off sunflower seeds and 7UP during NaNo.

Question Seven: When is your favorite time to write?
Answer: In the ‘tween times. The half-hours, midnight and noon.

Question Eight: What music do you listen to when you write?
Answer: I can write anything to a love song. Love songs stir up my own emotions, sometimes more than others, and whether I feel them or not, I can translate them to my words pretty decently well.

Question Nine: How long have you been writing, and what inspired you – basically, why do you keep this habit of writing up?
Answer: That’s three questions. I don’t know how long I’ve been writing, or what inspired me to start. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, but I keep it up because it’s fun, I enjoy myself, and the written word is really the easiest way to express myself.

Question Ten: Who will you tag?
Answer: Everybody! Everybody who aught to write needs to try this. I didn’t write much but I did learn some things about myself while answering. Boon!

I think that’s that. Shh, I answered them! That counts and that’s sufficient, even if my answers weren’t particularly verbose. Nyan. Until next time, folks!

–Natasha