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Heading 1 NaNoWriMo and Midnight Writing Heading 2 Writing your novel in the middle of the night. Hook Don't worry and don't sleep just write. About this News letter “Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.” Lauren Oliver The only time to write Is in the middle of the night When the computer's light is bright And the NaNoWriMo angels are in flight. Letter from the editor I am doing it again. I do this every year. Every year I say I am not going to do it next year. Then when next year comes I find myself doing it again. What am I doing again? I am writing in the middle of the night. I am working on my NaNoWriMo novel at midnight when I know I have to be up at 5:00 AM. I am sure I am not the only NaNoWriMo participant working on a novel in the wee hours of the night or of the morning. Therefore, I am going to list a few necessities for midnight writing. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Those are all the suggestions I can think of to keep you writing at night. I know midnight writing is difficult, but sometimes that is the only time a person has. It takes a bit of planning to write at night especially when you are used to sleeping. All midnight writers raise you coffee cups in a toast to NaNoWriMo. May you never encounter any typos or an empty coffee cup. Editor's Picks
Excerpt: None of these sources have told the real message Aesop was trying to deliver. "Aesop's Fables: Revisited" is an attempt to rectify that issue.
Excerpt: It used to be a large vacant lot. But suddenly one day a real haunted house appeared there. Everyone in the small village of Havon called it a haunted house because of the way it looked. It appeared about a hundred years ago. And that house and the property around it haven’t changed at all.
Excerpt: Running, running, now and forever; Running, running, will not stop and will not ever. Safe, safe, into the woods she will go; Away from her home, and will always be so.
Excerpt: My name is Belinda Bichon. Yeah, I know, my last name is the same as a breed of dog. Lord help me when I’m older, I can only imagine the teasing I’ll get if I am anything less than sweet and kind. Yeah. But I’m a witch or at least one in training. So, it follows that I could, or might be, the sort who would turn the teasers into a toad or a Brussel sprout! (I do not care for Brussel sprouts!) Then, at least, I’d earn the name.
Excerpt: What's cooking in that pot? A witch's stew? Atop the pot I see a floating hat! It seems some gruesome feet twist in there, too. Ah! this foul soup; it smells of screechy bat! Quick-Quill ![]() RICH ![]() I have met up with the seventh man, he is called 'Howmuch' and if he is honest is still to be seen. Yet he makes me pay. Go well. Do any of you have a subject you would like me to research for this newsletter? |