#notevember

[emilyhopebunny]

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I suppose it's up to the listener to decide whether this constitutes a semantically correct use of the word irony.

[astorythatwritesitself]

Notebook November (Notevember) 📓

Looking for a new challenge, in light of the dumpster fire that was once the NaNo organization? Not a huge fan of the 50k goal because of time, motivation, lack of a solid enough concept, or generally don't vibe with it? Do you desire or hoard new stationery the way a dragon desires and hoards sparkly rocks? Notevember just might be up your alley!

What is Notevember?

Some bullshit I made up like a month ago & I absolutely doubt I'm the only one with such a concept, either 😂 A variant of the NaNoWriMo challenge; for those who find specific word goals daunting, who prefer to work longhand, and/or who get more satisfaction seeing... tangible results, as it were? Like, you can absolutely do this digitally if you really want, but this is very much aimed towards folks who find writing longhand just hits a little differently.

Rather than aim for a given number of words, you're aiming to fill up a notebook!

Supplies?

You will need:

- An empty notebook. My personal preference is a 70-100 page spiral or classic composition notebook, but use one that's however large or small you want! This is also an excuse to finally crack open any empty notebooks you might have lying around, yeah?

- Writing implements of choice

And... that's it! Throw in stickers or whatever else you might want, but all you'll really need is a bundle of paper & something to mark it up with.

How to play?

Start filling the pages.

It can be a single story! It could be character or general writing exercises. It could be research notes, timelines, observations of people around you, overheard conversations, a collection of passages, quotes, poetry, or lyrics that speak to you. It could be a little of everything!

The only goal is that, by the end of November, you've filled up each page - and it's your call, if that only means the front of a page, or front and back.

Notevember is meant to be flexible & relatively forgiving, especially if you tend to have a lot going on. The notebook could be one small enough to keep with you throughout the day so you can jot down lines on a lunch break, in a waiting room, on the bus - or it could be something you do at home, after waking up or just before bed or whenever you've got the time.

Other Thoughts?

I have found that I get more satisfaction and more motivation to continue when I can like... see a result. Number Going Up just doesn't quite work for me like it does for other folks, but seeing empty pages fill up, seeing the distortion and wear of the notebook as it gets used? That gets me to feel, 'Ah! Something Is Happening!' There's also (a little) less tendency to try and edit as I go; working longhand with a pen does better for me to get that zero draft/concept on the page, rather than agonizing over creating a polished product from the start.

I've also found I get more into that... 'no one will ever have to see this, it can be as messy & misspelled & senseless as it needs to be' mindset easier, than writing on a tablet or laptop? -shrug- idk It Just Hits Different and that's all there is to it.

Share snippets, characters, whatever you're doing, if you want! But this is a little more aimed at those who just need to get things down, who want to have An End Product, but maybe don't have fully coherent plots or polished pieces, and don't usually have much to share - it's just between you and your notebook. You don't have to share or invite anyone else in, if you don't want to.

So! That's about the long and short of it. If you think you like this idea, feel free to join in; and whatever you are or aren't doing for November Writing Time - good luck, and take care!

[aeternamente]

So a few months ago I decided to invest my stimmy in some proper composer studio equipment, most notably a keyboard decked out with a bunch of sounds I can use to make music on my computer, you know, the way people do nowadays. I thought it might motivate me to get back into composing on a regular basis.

So yeah that was a few months ago. Funny enough, buying shiny new tools to be creative with doesn't, in and of itself, make creativity happen.

So I started thinking I might do like a music NaNoWriMo, but not like one big work, maybe a bunch of smaller pieces. So actually more like Inktober, but music, and in November.

Like... NOTEvember.

(I did come up with that pun, but a quick google has shown me I wasn't the first, but that's okay I don't need to be original.)

So I'm gonna try it. Just one little musical thing every day in November, even just a few seconds of an idea. I may post some of the results on here. We'll see how it goes.

[clockworkouroboros]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Notevember days 9, 10, and 11 have been combined into this 8200-word story about Narvin and Brax getting involved in a Spy vs Spy sort of scenario. Enjoy!

[cisphobeofficial]

No one

"When I'm on missions, I'm no one. There's nothing in my head, just parameters and tactics and the metronome. And I was okay with that, but-" Alexandra swallowed. "But what am I outside of missions, either? I'm just empty, all the time. Just a doll that gets up and obeys orders and goes back to the shelf." 

A person would cry now, wouldn't she?

Mal shook her head. "That's not true and you know it."

"What am I, then?" Her gaze, which had become more and more unfocused, snapped to meet Mal's, challenging. 

Mal faltered, trying and failing to think of words that seemed like they would help. 

"You're family," she managed eventually, reaching over to pull Alexandra into a hug. "You're my sister, okay?"

“...Okay.” 

[coffee-n-some-cream]

Notevember 5 - Ceremony

“Kakashi, don’t you think it’s about time you made an honest man of Iruka?” Sakura’s voice carried into the kitchen over the sound of sizzling.

Iruka’s eyebrows rose at that, but he didn’t say anything and continued to stir the rice and veggies in the wok. He picked up a pepper and popped it in his mouth, fanning himself when it burnt his tongue. Almost ready.

“Yeah, when are you guys gonna get married?” Naruto added, making it clear that he still had not mastered the skill of having an indoor voice. “Sakura and I are already married, and you guys are old!”

“We’re not that old,” Kakashi answered smoothly.

“You are so!”

Iruka turned and stepped into the dining room where his guests were seated and sipping tea, leaning against the doorway and crossing his arms. “He’s right, Kakashi. Your hair has been looking a little silver recently.”

Kakashi turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Silver?”

Iruka nodded. “Silver.”

Kakashi looked away, troubled.

“See? That’s what I mean! You guys have to tie the knot before it’s too late!” Naruto slammed his hand on the table decisively, earning a sharp word from Sakura.

Iruka looked at Kakashi, and Kakashi looked back in a knowing way that Iruka suspected he was mirroring. They had discussed marriage, of course. They had talked about it at length, the flowers, the venue, the vows, the food, the family and friends, the whole affair. They had discussed it. Of course they had.

Iruka turned his attention to Naruto and smiled at him softly. “Naruto, it’s okay. Kakashi and I are already married.”

Naruto and Sakura’s faces went slack with shock. Then Naruto’s expression went from bewilderment to confusion to hurt. “You guys got married… and you didn’t invite me to the wedding?”

Iruka felt a small bit of panic rise in his chest at that, and he hurried to correct his poor choice of words. “No, no, Naruto, it’s okay! We didn’t get married, we wouldn’t have a wedding without inviting you!”

“Oh.” Naruto relaxed, relieved. “Okay.”

Sakura looked between the two older men. “Then what do you mean?”

“He means,” Kakashi answered, “that we basically are married. We live together, eat together…”

“Pay the bills together, go grocery shopping together…” Iruka put in.

“We have each other’s names on our emergency contact forms.”

“Yep. We’re basically everything a married couple is.”

Kakashi swirled the tea in his cup around thoughtfully. “By this point, a wedding just seems a little pointless…”

Iruka shrugged a little apologetically. “It would be nothing but a ceremony.”

Naruto and Sakura looked at them for a bit before Naruto leaned toward Sakura and said, “Now I feel kind of dumb for getting married.”

That earned him a slap.

AO3

[taciturnaberration]

NOTEVEMBER 2017 PROMPTS ARE HERE!!!!! The reason I’m putting them up now is so they have time to get around and if you want to get a head start you can. You dont even have to do all the prompts of course. I will be posting my own writing right here on this blog as well. You will be able to find them by searching my blog for the hashtag. 

Gonna tag some people who seemed interested @alkimara @mystic-messed-up @sataniasblog

[kittykat-creations]

Notevember: Dimension

Gravity Falls meets Relativity Falls.

Dipper grunted as he fell through another dimension opening. He landed in the middle of what seemed to be a desert. He stood up and dusted off his pants, looking around. Nothing but open, dry area for miles. This was likely a deserted dimension, or else not visibly inhabited.

Dipper sighed and began walking. Hopefully he would be able to find another dimension opening soon. He didn't have much water left, and he would dehydrate quickly in this heat. He doubted it, but if her was lucky he'd find a source of water around here someone.

Then again, when had he ever been lucky?

As he continued to search for an exit or a source of water, something appeared in the distance. Dipper paused, squinting at the shape. It was moving. His hand closed around the gun he had made, slowly approaching the creature. It seemed to be walking cautiously as well, but Dipper didn't lower his guard.

As he got closer, he made a face of confusion. The creature looked like... another human? But that was impossible...

"Hello?" Dipper called. The other paused. He was close enough that Dipper could definitely tell it was a man. Although he couldn't make out any of his appearance.

"...you speak English?" The person asked. He had a deep voice. Dipper subconsciously attempted to deepen his own voice a bit.

"Yes. And you do too?" Dipper called back.

"Obviously."

"Right," Dipper nodded, blushing slightly.

"...who are you?" The man asked. They were standing within ten feet of each other now. Neither of them removed their hands from their weapons. "Where are you from?"

"Dipper Pines, dimension 64,/," Dipper answered. "And you?"

"...Stanford Pines, dimension 46'\," the man answered, sounding surprised.

"...huh. Seems like we might be family."

"Possibly," Stanford nodded. "...Can I assume that you can be trusted?"

"Completely," Dipper nodded. "And you?"

Stanford nodded as well. Dipper slowly rose his hands, showing they were empty. Stanford did the same, and Dipper mentally counted his fingers after a moment of confusion.

"You have polydactlyl," he noticed.

"Ah... yes..." Stanford seemed a bit nervous.

"Sorry," Dipper shook his head. "Do you possibly have any spare water? I'm almost out..."

"I did just come from a dimension with lots of drinkable water, yes," Stanford nodded, pulling out a canteen and passing it over to Dipper. The man slowly and carefully poured some of its contents into his own canteen.

"Thank you," Dipper sighed in relief. "I was a bit worried I'd run out."

"Well, I'd always hope someone would do the same for me," Stanford replied, taking the canteen back. "Well... I suppose I should be on my way."

"Me too," Dipper agreed. "It was nice to meet you."

"You as well."