For folks looking to do something instead of NaNoWriMo, someone on Mastodon has started up a site!!
Writing Month is coming soon
WritingMonth wants to serve a similar purpose as NaNoWriMo but without the baggage.
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For folks looking to do something instead of NaNoWriMo, someone on Mastodon has started up a site!!
Writing Month is coming soon
WritingMonth wants to serve a similar purpose as NaNoWriMo but without the baggage.
I've decided to finish the NaNoWriMo I began (and mostly wrote, not thoroughly that's a different modifier entirely) in 2023. In all honesty, I have burnt edges on my fingers and my thoughts.
But in the meantime, it seems like writing a poem a day would do wonder, quite literally, to worlds. No story well-told goes well without wonder, anyhow.
And despite words, there's nothing very literal about a whole story, da? It's layers that can be faintly iterated, never literated: Letter only set a stage; and that stage is rounded by sleep, the place we remember, if we've forgotten, that hearts and stories are neither literal nor linear. Paradoxically, they still have their exits and entrances.
--
it isn't in me, say
he puts down pennies, a piece of clay
counter-clatter, nails chewed back--
to pay.
A regal lack.
Stacked.
Copper mossed, grey, say
I tell him,
if you can't pay--
But he takes it all back,
scrambled rattled ring
into his pockets, drops it--
at least half--
And I close the shop that day,
and the ferry at the back.
Say, have you watched the river
roll away
of late
to Hades.
I like to tell the poets
how much it costs. Say
I like to know it
makes them put the
drama
on
a
page.
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I write fantasy and sci-fi adventures under the name E. S. Elias. And sweet, wholesome romance under Esther Elias. Click to read The WriMo Blog, by Esther Hadassah, a Substack publication. Launched a year ago.
Things I’ve looked up for my November novel, day 28
Intent and sentiment analysis
Bombay Duck discogs
Total words written: 46,936
Words written today: 1,837
Excerpt from today:
Daisy looks affronted. “You’re not one of those reverse healthmaxxers, are you?” she says, drawing her eyes up and down Xamira’s body, reassessing her.
Things I’ve looked up for my November novel, day 27
Black lab capitalization
Cavelike synonym
RFF phalloplasty scar
Selvage
Surname that sounds like sandal
Sunset time Mountain View CA March 29
SF Giants
Jewish deli meats
Total words written: 45,099
Words written today: 1,718
Excerpt from today:
She has also been seeing, and resenting, these charcuterie boards on Yap and Rio Social, with their matzo-inspired crackers and inexplicable pork-based cured meats, and she is not looking forward to this. But she is trying to be a process-oriented team player, or whatever, so she will try it.
Nice to have a day where I wrote mostly dialogue and therefore didn't have to look very many things up
Things I’ve looked up for my November novel, day 26
Door jamb
Diaphanous
Capybara sounds
Total words written: 43,381
Words written today: 1,817
Excerpt from today:
The pop musician daughter is in Loukanis’ office. Xamira saw her bobble past maybe twenty minutes ago in a diaphanous, iridescent dress over a flesh-tone leotard and an ankle-threatening pair of pink platform Crocs, carrying a tote bag with one of those trendy cat-capybara hybrids in it.
Things I’ve looked up for my November novel, day 25
Pansy-Ass Ceramics
Water lily the same as lotus?
Type of restaurant to have tasting menu
Mullions, muntins
Total words written: 41,827
Words written today: 1,817
Excerpt from today:
“Oh my god,” Courtney says. Padma can’t say shit like this to her. Sarcastically: “Is your dad gonna buy me implants?”
Well, that was an inside thought that didn’t stay inside. Courtney really wants to bring up the molecular gastronomy restaurant Padma’s parents bought and ran into the ground before its third seasonal tasting menu could even launch, how they throw money at stupid shit and don’t even notice when it doesn’t work out.
“Are they gonna buy you a breast reduction?” Courtney says.