That title kinda looks like gibberish, doesn’t it? I promise it’s not! For the uninitiated that impossible looking acronym is shorthand for National Novel Writing Month. Every year from November 1-30, people all over the world write a whole novel in one month. A first draft of a novel but a novel, nevertheless.
I’ve participated since 2006 or so. I wasn’t going to do it this year but last night, two days and roughly 3600 words behind schedule, I decided to jump in anyway. One, it didn’t feel right not to. Two, seeing many of my friends posting their word counts spurred me on. So, I decided that I should just go ahead and do it. I signed up and started writing last night.
I’m not going to hedge: I’ve never finished. For various reasons. Some years I gave up after my idea fizzled out. Other years I was in target and some extreme life circumstances intervene. This year, I’m not making myself any crazy promises. I also have the added challenge of attempting to write my minimum 50,000 words on my smartphone (the only word processor/computer I have) while also keeping up with this blog…
Still, I’m going to try. I’d rather fail, than not put myself out there. And who knows? Maybe this year I’ll finish when my own expectations are lowest. (That sounded bad, didn’t it? LOL! I just mean not pressuring myself so much that I crack.)
Happy Thursday, all. All my finds for the week tomorrow (including the promised DwellStudio bling). Until then… 🙂
Kevin Brockheimer’s book details the emotional and physical wounds that are highlighted by a phenomena dubbed “The Illumination”. In the world he’s created, every wound shines with varying shapes and intensities of light dependent on the injury’s severity.
The book is broken up into six parts, each part from the viewpoint of a character that has come into contact with a journal from the first section if the book. In the first section a woman accidentally cuts herself while opening a box from her ex-husband containing her alimony check. When she gets to the hospital, her thumb starts glowing with light, which she assumes is a hallucination from the drugs she’s been given. It turns out that everyone in the world is experiencing these illuminated wounds. When she’s readmitted a little while later with complication arising from her initial visit, she makes the acquaintance of a womb dying from injuries sustained in a car crash. The woman assumes her husband, who was driving the car, is dead and bequeaths the journal she kept of his mash notes to her during their marriage to the woman that cut herself. From here every character comes into contact with the book. The dead accident victim’s husband. The neighbor boy who believes the book is wounded and steals it from the husband.
Each section is filled with precise little details about people’s daily lives and the ways in which we inflict pain on each other. I’m finding this book both haunting and beautiful in equal measure and can’t recommend it enough.
I picked this up from the science fiction and fantasy paperback shelf at the library. It’s been sitting in a stack in the dining room while I’ve been reading (lately slogging) through Russell Kirkpatrick’s In the Earth Abides the Flame. I decided to ditch the latter for the moment and give this book, by Mark Hodder, a go.
I have only read a few pages but the writing is solid but easy to follow and the premise of a steampunk type escapade appeals to my love of adventure. Of note to me while reading the famous author blurb in the inside cover: Michael Moorcock (he’s famous for his Immortal Champion books) waxes poetic about his great a story this debut novel is. We’ll see. Still, that’s a hefty rec.
I hope your Thursday was fifty flavors of awesome! I’ll catch you tomorrow. 🙂