In June I’m going on a trip. The place is a somewhat distant and hazy land of both joy, and sorrow. I’m more than excited to ride the rides, take a few pictures, buy a few drinks and see the sights. I’ve heard from others that have been there (some having made a career of travelling to and from that place) that it can be quite a lovely location. From others I’ve heard to pack military grade survival gear. Though I’m sure many of the crowd would advise against taking any assault weapons, this place can be dangerous, but mostly because we bring the danger there our self and not so much because it is a dangerous place.
So just where the hell am I going?
To the land of novel writing. Head to forehand. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been there before, I’ve seen the sights, taken the pictures, bought the farm, grew a crop, and thought myself hot shit as I walked those streets. I’ve written a few novels in fact. Each novel from the days of long ago, are still at some degree of shit, and carefully hidden away in one metaphorical trunk or another (however one is floating about the net, immortal and deformed for all the world to see).
What’s worse about this trip? I plan to see as much as I can in a single month. That’s right, a novel in a month. Like Christmas in July, there’s now a novel writing challenge in June, I happened upon it by mistake. Junowrimo was a chance discovery of mine, the rules are simple enough, the challenge clear, the call to action haunting.
You see, recently I posted on here a short bit of practice called “Into Hades” it seems to be my most popular piece. I probably shouldn’t have posted it because it’s too close to the novel I intend to write. Oh well. At the time of playing around with that scene I wasn’t in the least thinking about the novel in the back of my mind, I was just having fun, painting images, watching the movie in my head. After I finished it, I leaned back and felt the full weight of what I’d done. I had breathed life into the skeletal remains of an old story begging to be
And so, here I am now, with an old story itching to come to surface, begging to be written anew. That combined with my chance encounter with Junowrimo has pushed me to the precipice of my own personal abyss. I plan to take a dive and grow wings on the way down, if none will come, hey, I hear the abyss is pretty deep so I should have time to say a few things along the way, right?
Wrapping this semi rant all up, what’s this have to do with Haunted Axiom? Well, as I journey along the path TO the writing month ahead, I have every intention to explore some preparation issues related to novel writing. I want very badly (for myself as much as for my readers) to share some tips I’ve picked up, lessons I’ve learned, exercises I’m doing to stretch the old limbs, and whatever else comes to mind that may help us.