Camp NaNoWriMo Results

I did two projects within thirty days.

The first one I was about my emotional health…my inner shadow work, my PTSD moments, and some anxiety.  I got over forty thousand words.

The second was a story was for NaNoWriMo anthology. I wrote over ten thousand words with notes, the actual story and several edits.

I only gave myself a word count goal of thirty thousand, but I made fifty. However when it comes to journalling and therapy …I never seem to know where to stop.

I’m impressed I got my goal, but now I feel stuck again. Sighs.

Camp NaNoWriMo

This year has been like being stuck upside on a roller coaster while they are searching amusement park ticket. . . It’s only been the first three months. Sighs. I claim that the other nine months will be so much better. We had started to year with paperwork and money issues that was so stressful that gave my brother, with a million other health issues, ulcers and breathing issues. I finally got everything to settle down for me to get a tooth infection, so bad it gave me headaches, severe dangerous swelling, and breathing and sinus issues. I had to go to the ER and specialist dentist. (I’m still waiting on surgery) Then we had a death in the family; which now I feel had caused silent wars (at least wars in my head over what is really good/Justice/Fair vs what I needed to do for my brother and my own health? I’m working on personal writing, kind of memoir…for NaNoWriMo …trying to break my writer’s block.)

(Camp is kind of a joke mom and I have when I tell her I’m writing for Camp NaNoWriMo during the months of April and July (or is it August). . . )

Short story idea:

Funny story (fictional). . . I am missed the bus for camp. . .

Anyway. . . they have set up the camp each time with a different theme. . . I’ll be honest I haven’t checked out the theme and now I am on hold for forty-five minutes and heard the song “You put the lime in the coconut” at least eleven times.
I negotiated with this secretarial lady who went on about her kids that were actually cats all named after candy. . . Tootsie pop was a Tuxedo cat, Nerds was a clumsy orange striped male, Snickers was tortoiseshell who was very nutty, Babe Ruth was a black and white cat who knew he could go the distance, Milky way was the mama cat who was a mixed breed rescue, and Skittles was a white cat with brown spots and very hyper.
“We have a lift. . . bus picking up the few that got left behind. . .” She sighed as this happened every camp. They gave me at time to be ready on day two. . . but I will miss the first day. She gave me writing assignment for day one. . .
“Write two short stories: Why were you late? However one story is the truth and second story is very far off lie. Please have these two stories with you on the bus.” She exclaimed. . .”the bus will pick me up at 2:30, please be packed, ready, and stories finished. You’re first group will be in the bus.” She rushed. . . “Thank you have a nice day!”

2024

After the 24th of this month, I’ll be down for a while as I’m getting carpel tunnel surgery.

I am frustrated as I was 11,411 words short of my 600,000 word goal for 2023.

https://rebekahquinne.wordpress.com/2023/01/

I did manage to write something everyday thanks to my boyfriend and writing partner. I love you and thank you my sweetie!

I didn’t finish the projects, but I am currently finish a book that I decided to make more therapy than one project to publish. (I plan to read the projects while I’m down and healing. It may be hard to turn a jar or lift more than a cup of coffee, but maybe I can at least turn a page or scroll down the screen.)

My hopes for 2024 (I’m not giving myself goals)

• Read at least 10 books (they are not mine) and review then.
• Read a new story each month and review it
• Eventually write between 400,000 to 500,000 words
• Research differences between self and professional publishing
• Heal my wrist
• Reread my novels
• Cut back on notebooks.

Milestone

It’s been a rough year for my writing. I’ve been fighting several health issues: carpal tunnel, migraines, nausea, depression and anxiety. I’ve been healing from my hysterectomy as well.

Most of my writings had been my therapy as the three therapists this year didn’t do much. The third one at least tried.

On November 27th of this year (2023,) I hit the million word mark.

However the milestone kind of feels mute, empty and a pointless victory, as I do have books written but only one book is technically published. (I pushed it too fast because create space gave me a deadline. It really needs a major edit.)

80% of my writing this year was either lists, spiritual, and therapeutic.

If it wasn’t for my amazing and creative boyfriend, then I wouldn’t have written much creative writing at all.

There have been days where I didn’t write, because of the pain in my hands or throbbing in my head. My headaches were so bad and got worst in the fall. They made my left eye get white dots and what I call sludgy eye fig. It made it hard to read, write or just watch TV. My doctors (talked to more than one) say it’s hormonal or seasonal and caused by dust and dry air.

I’m getting carpal tunnel surgery in January, but I’m not sure about the headaches.

Meanwhile I feel like I’m in a mental prison because I cannot get my ideas out.

But I did get my millionth word. The millionth word was ghosts. It’s irony as I am supernatural and horror writer.

My dream is to publish my books and make a living a creative writer/author. I also want my own podcast and work with on my own spiritual path and the occult.

Ambition vs Happiness

I read this article. Please Stop Telling Me to Find My Purpose
Wanting a roof over my head should be enough.
ByAnonymous
Finding Purpose https://www.wondermind.com/article/purpose-driven-life/

And I saw the movie Author Anonymous. It’s about a writing group. I get the cliches, and it makes me realize that even the younger and pretty writers get picked first…. Grrrr. (They are more attractive and get more connections.)

I will admit, I am extremely grateful for the roof over my head and my fridge full of food.

I do feel we all have some sort of purpose, but it’s not for us to figure it out..(It’s the God’s and Goddesses are putting the world in a puzzle and each of us are pieces, but you don’t always know where you will end up in the puzzle. The purpose is the fact that you a piece somewhere in the scheme of things and every piece no matter how big or small counts.)

I’m 40. My first 35 years of my life, I’ve been driven my passion, ambition, “purpose.” It’s the last five years of my life that I am appreciating the “now” and the little things.
I agree with the writer statement….it is chaotic and if you find a professional publisher, you lose your voice. If you self publish it gets lost in the sea of so-so stories and grammar and plot issues. Writing is my joy, when I am simply writing. As for publishing, I’m not sure what going to do yet, but I do want the world to read my paranormal books.
I hope you just enjoy something each day: a good cup of coffee, playing with your pet, leveling up in a video game.

I do want a better living situation and to be happy. I might have to cut down on writing to do that.

I wrote over 36,000 words within the first 15 days this month, and broke my writers block..I enjoyed writing, but I realize I also need to improve my living situation. The thing is I need to be comfortable to really be way more productive in my writing, especially editing. I also figured out reciting into my Google docs, I can do times times the word count versus just typing or handing writing.

Another epiphany: I also realize I want my guy more than any writing at this point. Damn distance.

Word count obession

I have learned that writing a huge project like a novel or series or script or a book . . . it is NOT a one day affair. (Short stories, poems, and articles can possibility be written in a day.)
In fact, the most I have ever written in one day was just over ten k (10,000 words) . . . after average novel is between 75,000 and 90,000 words.
The day I wrote that many words: I was not cleaning, or cooking, and I had very little interruptions (which rarely happens.)
I also was so burnt out that I could barely write two day afterwards.
I learned like everything else. . . I need to take things one day at a time.
One day I could get 1,500 words,
The next day I struggle over 500 words.
The day after that I might get 2500 words
Over that weekend I might not be able to write at all. . .
It’s just a day to day thing and each word counts.



I was never into the word count until NaNoWriMo. (I was also told publisher care about word count as well as editors.) I have thousands of words that were written that were not counted. . . I used to just count pages.



I would love a genie to grant me a dollar for every word I have written. I know I would be a millionaire

Camp NaNoWriMo July 2023

I have several hand problems. . . I have had them for years. . .

Warts on my finger that are fighting back. . . .they will not go away. (I had to go to dermatologist just to get very strong cream that has made very sensitive to the sun and has messed up my skin badly. I honestly think that I got them holding a pen that someone else with the HPV virus. . . be careful what you touch. . . It’s been a throbbing, burning, and overall painful process. . . freezing them off is the next step. . . sigh.)

I have a small ganglion cyst, but it’s so small that they cannot do anything, but it feel like it’s pinching nerves up my middle finger. My middle finger twitches by itself which is kind of creepy.

I also have tendinitis and carpal tunnel. . . I wear a brace at night, but if that doesn’t help surgery will be the next option. Sigh. I get throbbing, aching, and sometimes it’s swollen.
Typing hasn’t been too bad. Holding a pen can get tricky, and have moments of spasming and I drop things.

I gave myself 30,000 words in Camp NaNoWriMo: April, but I had gotten sick and only got between 26,000 and 28,000 which wasn’t bad when I didn’t write at least ten days in April.

This past month (June) I did a 15,000 words in seven day and I did succeed in that. Yay!!! I will admit it was two projects that I was working on, but I did get the word count in.

If you asked me twenty years ago about word count . . . I would ask you why are obsessed about that, but publishers want to make sure novellas and novels have a certain amount of words.

My personal goals for Camp NaNoWriMo this time is to get a few of projects from my written word onto the computer and to work on a few other projects for my health and future issues.

I also gave myself a word goal of 30,000 words in 30 days.

Just hope I can keep my goals in spite of my hand issues.

Awakening

I’m all over the place. . . I’ve been dealing with therapy which to be honest is keeping my feet forward, but my spirituality and my Tarot is what is moving me. The reason I am writing it here. . .

I’ve had several readings. . . with my spirit guides, Tarot, and just spiritual readings all tell me I need to do what I really love. What I truly love and where I feel truly myself is when I am writing. . . (I love and happy with my boyfriend too, but writing is my pure bliss.)

I really think that I have been feeling the 8 of Swords for a long time. . . (bound and blinded by my own twisted lying beliefs. I’ve been listening to my inner demons too long.)

I have mentioned in other blogs, I had a hysterectomy and for months I have been sulking about not being able to create another life.

However I had forgotten I am a writer, and I can make or destroy any creature or creation that I want to. This had hit me the other day as I was auto-writing with my spirit guides and muses. I need to stop listening to my imbalanced hormonal biological clock and create whatever I want. (Great thing is I don’t have to spend millions of dollars on it, change it’s messy diaper, argue with it over candy or bedtime, or worry about it when it’s out in the real world with others like it. I also don’t have to mind my cussing or adult thoughts. . . I don’t have to be quiet around it while I’m having sex with my future husband.) In fact, if I want to write adult themed material (on other sites), I can or write detailed horror, I can. I don’t have to worry about watching my adult self around anyone. . .

So yesterday, I was in a naughty. . . adult mood and wrote a story (on another site), and I got instant feedback. My adult themed writings are written under a different penname. I will not mix them.with my horror, thriller or drama writings.

So I realized that I need to stop sulking, get off my soap box, get on my computer and simply do what makes me happy. . . that is writing. . . story telling. . . being who I am . . .

I’m all over the place. . . I’ve been dealing with therapy which to be honest is keeping my feet forward, but my spirituality and my Tarot is what is moving me. The reason I am writing it here. . .

I’ve had several readings. . . with my spirit guides, Tarot, and just spiritual readings all tell me I need to do what I really love. What I truly love and where I feel truly myself is when I am writing. . .

I really think that I have been 8 of Swords for a long time. . . (bound and blinded by my own twisted lying beliefs.)

I have mentioned in other blogs, I had a hysterectomy and for months I have been sulking about not being able to create another life. However I had forgotten I am a writer, and I can make or destroy any creature or creation that I want to. This had hit me the other day as I was auto-writing with my spirit guides and muses. I need to stop listening to my imbalanced hormonal biological clock and create whatever I want. (Great thing is I don’t have to spend millions of dollars on it, change it messy diaper, argue with it over candy or bedtime, or worry about it when it’s out in the real world with other like it. I also don’t have to mind my cussing or adult thoughts. . . I don’t have to be quiet around it while I’m having sex with my future husband.) In fact, if I want to write adult themed material (on other sites), I can or write detailed horror, I can. I don’t have to worry about watching my adult self around anyone. . .

So yesterday, I was in a naughty. . . adult mood and wrote a story (on another site), and I got instant feedback.

So I realized that I need to stop sulking, get off my soap box, get on my computer and well do what makes me happy. . . that is writing. . . story telling. . . being who I am . . . a creative writer. . . a future published author.     

I’m all over the place. . . I’ve been dealing with therapy which to be honest is keeping my feet forward, but my spirituality and my Tarot is what is moving me. The reason I am writing it here. . .

I’ve had several readings. . . with my spirit guides, Tarot, and just spiritual readings all tell me I need to do what I really love. What I truly love and where I feel truly myself is when I am writing. . .

I really think that I have been 8 of Swords for a long time. . . (bound and blinded by my own twisted lying beliefs.)

I have mentioned in other blogs, I had a hysterectomy and for months I have been sulking about not being able to create another life. However I had forgotten I am a writer, and I can make or destroy any creature or creation that I want to. This had hit me the other day as I was auto-writing with my spirit guides and muses. I need to stop listening to my imbalanced hormonal biological clock and create whatever I want. (Great thing is I don’t have to spend millions of dollars on it, change it messy diaper, argue with it over candy or bedtime, or worry about it when it’s out in the real world with other like it. I also don’t have to mind my cussing or adult thoughts. . . I don’t have to be quiet around it while I’m having sex with my future husband.) In fact, if I want to write adult themed material (on other sites), I can or write detailed horror, I can. I don’t have to worry about watching my adult self around anyone. . .

So yesterday, I was in a naughty. . . adult mood and wrote a story (on another site), and I got instant feedback.

So I realized that I need to stop sulking, get off my soap box, get on my computer and well do what makes me happy. . . that is writing. . . story telling. . . being who I am . . . a creative writer. . . a future published author!

Camp NaNoWriMo

My results are in….26,178 words in 30 days …. My goal was 30,000 words.

I was sick with cold and sinus issues for the first two weeks. I was exhausted and I barely got up to do my normal chores and errands. (It was not COVID)

I didn’t keep up with my spiritual blog every day. I will post the rest of the blogs when I can.

Then today I was listening to one of my favorite tarot readers on YouTube and I was told I need to write….https://youtu.be/p4X16QrYMbQ

It says I need to write and write my story now. Or I’ll end up passing up on an opportunity. Of course on a very busy month. May is going to be very busy..

I hope to find some inspiration.

Updates and Camp NaNoWriMo April 2023

Between mental issues and sinus problems, has been giving me a challenge to get any writing done. I’ve tried to organize a bit more.

My amazing boyfriend has help me writing a few short stories with him. It really does help.

I was on my Instagram when I found out camp NaNoWriMo was next month. Yay!!

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2023

My Goals…
30,000 words written in 30 days
Posting in several of my blogs: including this one.
My theme is memoir …. My personal story.

I’ve been having issues with finding a therapist and friends who understand my issues, so. . .until I find someone who can help me, I am working through my own issues