This is my NaNoWriMo blog post. While I and many others have failed to complete the simple task of posting once a day for thirty days, some excellent people are actually meeting the challenge of National Novel Writing Month, and writing one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month’s time.
One such writer is Viviane Schwarz, UK-based author and illustrator of children’s books. She’s one of my most favorite twitter friends I’ve not met yet in person. Based on her updates, I know she can install Unix or make herself a dress out of old Marvel comic bedsheets while inking hamsters. Once she said her printer was too shiny so I sent her a bunch of stickers I collected over the years in DC, NYC, and around. In response, she sent me a rachelortas.co.uk bunny postcard, some English-flavored stickers with words like “rotsome” and “slime-wanglers,” and best of all, some hand-inked cutouts of characters from her books!
I love them so much (sorry for the lack of pictures for now, i suck).
Viviane and Frank Brinkley have a great interview in Qype does London about their motivations and impressions doing NaNoWriMo so far. I think many writers can identify with (or aspire to) a lot of things they have to say:
“Viviane Schwarz: The most surprising thing so far was that for the first time I managed to write personal things without being at all bitter. I normally write happy things for small children, and when I write longer texts for myself all the anger and sadness I’m not normally allowed creep in and the whole thing becomes rather nasty. I always worry that I’ll write awful things about real people by accident and it will be unpublishable (because I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with them). But writing at this speed, without thinking about it much beforehand, I don’t have time to get worked up about what I feel. It’s coming out funny and honest rather than obsessive. I based one of the characters on myself and it’s surprising what she’s like - not as nice as I thought in some ways, not as bad as I thought in others. Sometimes when I finished writing for the day I realise I have mellowed towards people who irritated the heck out of me, just because I wrote about it and understood my own part in it better.”
Is “inking hamsters” like “inking stamps?” Please tell me it is.
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