CAMP NANO RECAP// FROM 30K TO 10K?? MY FIRST TIME and GIFS

soooooo i did camp nano* for the first time and I made an account and did the the whole cabin shebang and thing.
spoiler: IT WAS EXHAUSTING

*camp Nano is this online writer camp thingy, and NanoWrimo stands for 'National Novel Writing Month' which is officially in November, but the events/camp that happens otherwise in the year is called Camp. Hence the title.


And it was one of my favorite times, even though life(!!!) got in the way far too many times (wHY) but I'm so thankful that my parents supported me. YEP. I told my parents that I'm writing a book and getting all serious about it. no pressure.
To be completely honest, the words were annoying and hard to get out.
 But I wrote them.
Those messy, first-time words that took a small piece of my soul with them each time I pressed the space bar, and even when I didn't. I was constantly thinking about it, pressurizing myself.

A REAL LIFE GIF OF ME, BASICALLY

At first, I set the goal for 30k

 and then it hit me that with my current schedule, it was changing, my life was changing. There were chores to be done and guests to be attended to and driving lessons to be attended. and as a result I decided that I probably couldn't succeed in writing what was essentially 1K PER DAY, so I reduced that to 15k.

 and then we had some more guests and I had to do more chores. AND then I had more chores and then my mom fell ill,
did i mention the effin chores?  so I had to take care of her and do choooressss
so I felt super pressurised, and tried to keep pushing myself,  but near the final  days it became obvious that even 15k was too much to ask of me.
 So I reduced it to 10k (DON'T CALL ME A CHEATER YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH BOB)
Despite evrerything, I'm proud of what I've accomplished, so thankful for the strengh nd determination that pushed me to follow this through (because honestly, there were so many times that all I wanted to do was lay down and NOT DO IT) and to my parents, who let me write when I needed to even when it meant that the dishes would be undone for the next half an hour. honestly, they were so much more supportive than I could ever have imagined.

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right.
so, what exactly is my novel about, you ask? what is the plot, the characters, the setting?
well, yes, that's a fine question and all that.
It's a YA sci-fi spy adventure novel that takes place, in part, in a castle in the ice laden, frosted over mountains of Europe, and the rest of it takes place in a ship. Exciting, no?

I've been planning this thing since the summer of last year, and so you can imagine how attached I am to my little unfinished baby. It's a mess, I'll be honest,but over the past few days, weeks, months, as I've written it and fleshed out scenes and laid down the bare bones of some others, I've discovered things about my characters that I didn't know.
like, Vincent Donovan (don't you laugh at my puppy's name, he already gets enough of that from E, another character) was supposed to be this little ball of cute fluffiness and he was supposed to be innocent and sweet and forgiving and not demand the information that he did end up demanding and wow so much anger has sprung forth from my little politician's son I CRI.

anyways.
HUZZAH FOR COMPLETING THIS SHIZZ AND CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL OF YOU WHO DID AND WON CAMP NANO YOU DESERVE AN AWARD (and ice cream, obviously)
AND A STANDING OVATION

HARRY AND ZAYN ARE CELEBRATING YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS LOOK

and anyone who didn't get to complete it, well, be happy still. you took the initiative and wrote down more than you had before. SO HUZZAH FOR YOU TOO. HERE, SON, HAVE SOME ICE CREAM.
(no, my ice-cream won't make you diabetic, pfftt.)


ANYWAYS HERE ARE SOME SNIPPETS THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR

A letter to a brother, by VINCENT DONNOVAN

So, here you go. Hopefully you liked these words, they're some of my favorites.

How did your Nano adventures go? what's your story about? TELL ME!

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pictures from a past life, a past self // IN WHICH I SHOW YOU PICTURES OF MY DIARY

okay, so here's a story: once, there lived a girl, nicknamed Deeja, and she made an account on wattpad. from there stemmed her love for writing and connecting with people, and she began keeping a journal, filled with plot bunnies, thoughts, ideas, whether they be in the form of a diagram or web or a paragraph. this girl was like 12 at the time, and her mind was overflowing with these thoughts that for her were brand new, but she later discovered (or realized, really) that they were an amalgamation of the shitty stories she had read on wattpad and some random things on her mind. she started writing for a little bit, then abandoned the prospect in favor of not failing all her classes.

so the journals remained there, gathering dust, in her UNICEF bag from that one event that she got to attend. of course, the bag happened when she was 14, so before that the journals were kept in the most secret parts of her bag in the upstairs room, open only for her. (the journal, not the room). 

fast forward to the a few weeks ago, when i decided to open up my journals and this is what i discovered: pages and pages of story planning. a couple of ideas from these journals are still brewing in my mind, still forming, while some I've abandoned because i truly don't like them or agree with them anymore. plus, they were vv unoriginal, so no thank you!

anyways guys, here are the pictures from my 'writing journal'. you get to take a look at my budding phase as a writer, oh, lucky you. 

this poem, i think it was about life or exams-i can't remember.

MY CHARACTERSSSSS

woo look at me maa, no hands!

the amount of pages I used to outline this story. it was a fanfic/werewolf hybrid. *shudders* the first page shows options I had for titles. ughh hy past me whyy

we all start somewhere, right? that's what my Accounts teacher says, anyway

So there you have it, folks. Me and my old, messy, messy words. 10 points for anyone who can actually make out what I wrote. Write down something that you understood from these pages! 

until next time,

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