Wednesday, December 3, 2014

What I Learned from NaNoWriMo

Well, November is finally over, and with it goes National Novel Writing Month. Oh, that bittersweet trial of knocking your head against a wall until 50,000 words pop out and scatter themselves into some vague semblance of order on the page. That bestial dragon, casting shadows on the land of creativity with that dreaded specter of productivity.

The two are not mutually exclusive, however, and I proved that by accomplishing the 50,000 word mark over the course of November! It was a close-run thing, given the fact that I was seriously ill for the last week of the challenge, but I did manage to finish off that dreaded word count. There are several things I take away from the challenge, and I’d like to share them with you today. These don’t apply to writing specifically, but serve as good advice with life in general.

1.      You’re capable of more than you think.

I’ve spent the last two years trying to force myself to write one thousand words per day. I always thought that this was enough, given the fact that I hold down a full-time job and then operate three blogs in addition to what I consider “actual writing.” Still, I often found myself giving excuses at the end of the day.

“You worked hard on other stuff. Give yourself a break.”

“You earned one day off.”

“No one is perfect. Pick it back up and try again tomorrow.”

NaNoWriMo forces these excuses out the window. If you’re serious about making the mark, then you have to keep your nose to the grindstone day after day. I slipped once early on and took a couple of days off, and before I knew it I was playing catch-up for the first half of the challenge. Still, that desire to persevere kept me at it when sanity said I should have been sleeping.

If you want something enough, you will do what it takes to see it happen. Turn off the inhibitors, and see where you can truly take yourself.

2.      Planning ahead allows you to reap dividends later.

2013 was my first attempt at NaNo. I was already mid-stream in my first book, so I figured I could just use the word count requirement as a means of keeping myself on pace. Considering the fact that I was inventing the world of Cestre and all of its content at this time, I fell flat on my face, accomplishing a whopping two or three thousand words for the month.

That first novel became an incredibly drawn-out affair that took almost eighteen months to complete. However, I finished up my polished draft and handed it to beta readers a few days before NaNo kicked off in 2014. With my batteries charged and the groundwork of my novel’s setting already well sketched out, I plotted my second book and barged into November with my keyboard blazing.

With anything you do in life, planning in advance will make things run more smoothly. Get a sense of direction and make a framework for what you would like to see happen, and then go with it!

3.      Save the second-guessing until the bulk of the work is complete.

This one obviously doesn’t apply to everything in life, but any project that can be fine-tuned at little cost in energy later benefits from that early enthusiasm as fuel. I poured the words to the page, grimacing as some of the dialogue came off as stilted but forcing myself to push on. I knew that if I became bogged down in a particular scene, I would never fully get the project off the ground.

If you sit at the starting line and second-guess yourself, you’ll never have to worry about making mistakes along the way. You’ll never even get on the track.


NaNo was an extremely enlightening experience for me, and I plan to keep my discipline and knock out one thousand words per day until next November rolls around. As long as I keep plugging forward I know my writing will continue to improve. With any luck, it will pay off in the coming year as I put the final touches on the first book in the Dawnbringer series.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

NaNoWriMo!

November is National Novel Writing Month, and I have been plugging away in an attempt to keep pace along the way. The goal is to write approximately 1,700 words each day, giving you a grand total of 50,000 when the month comes to an end. This is a daunting task, but it is also very doable if you stick to the plan.

I’m slightly behind at the moment after a busy weekend, with just over 26,000 words in the book bank. However, I plan to use the rest of this week to get caught back up and on-schedule to finish NaNoWriMo strong.

There are a lot of local groups that help other writers network with like-minded individuals, and I’ve enjoyed meeting and speaking with a few local writers. Rick Amburgey who works with the Herald-Citizen has been involved with the project, and was kind enough to speak with me about doing a WriMo piece for the newspaper’s White County page. It has been a big motivator to speak with others who are as passionate about reading and writing as I am!


If you are a writer who would like to take part in NaNoWriMo, it is easy and free. Just visit their webpage at www.nanowrimo.org to get started. You may not make it to 50,000 words, but you will definitely be encouraged by a community of writers who are all making their own mission in this world to add to the literary world.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Poem – Brief

Life is short, and the time must be used wisely.

Enjoy.

Brief
Fresh light spills through glass
New mist forms in air
Breath draws in for first time
Born into world of care
Mist burns up so quickly
Sunset slips through glass
Final breath departs body
To eternity’s station pass.

Randall Madden

November 9, 2014

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Poem - Nightmare Macabre

I've been sitting on the majority of this one for a while, with plans to polish it up and post it on Halloween. I could go into details about the best-laid plans and all that, but suffice to say it simply got away from me. Running with a three-year-old and trying to get in at least one traditional Halloween movie made sure that I was late, as usual!

This one was a great exercise for me, as I truly enjoy letting the Poe side out. I also completed this work in iambic pentameter, to mimic the beating of a frightened human heart. To read it appropriately, each line should come faster than the last. (For an understanding of iambic pentameter, check here)

Terror awakens a different dimension of the human mind, and I always feel more alive after allowing those creative juices to flow. Enjoy!

Nightmare Macabre

Awake in the night, sleep usurped by fear
A short ride is needed, myself I tell
Cannot shake realism, nightmare’s cold grasp
Buried alive in an eternal hell
Feeling so foolish, held awake by fear
Yet a feeling that cannot be pushed back
Is that a leering face in the corner
Awaiting my approach for an attack?
“A drive it will be,” I say to myself
In the vain hope that this feeling might pass
Yet that fathomless terror comes back now
When the monster looks back through smoky glass
I exit home, make my way to the truck
Am I caught in some nefarious game?
Candle burns in the house across the road
Home abandoned, yet light burns all the same
I pull from the drive and start down the road
Not sure where to go, but sure that I should
Bloodied teddy is gripped in the hands of
A little girl who stands alone at the woods
She smiles and waves as I drive by her tree
Rotting flesh is flaking from her cold hand
I press the gas as my heart starts to pound
Is it madness that has taken this land?
A light rain falls as my journey begins
High overhead, the moon rots from the sky
Birds fly backward as they return to nest
Where fell offspring feed on men as they die
The steady drizzle becomes a downpour
Then the downpour becomes terrible flood
Windshield is spattered with warm viscera
As the rain from the dark sky turns to blood
As I drive I’m haunted by dark whispers
And tales that men are nothing more than meat
I’m told these grim truths by a bloody fiend
A demon who sits in passenger seat
I turn back to home, for night is too dark
And the nightmares are escape from new real
The world has become too gruesome and grim
And the moon rises once more over hill
As night resets I return to my bed
There I will hide from the phantoms that stalk
Then the shadows detach from their objects
And to my fear-wracked form they start to walk
A fathomless terror besets me then
And the feeling becomes thicker than air
I hear a terrified voice, screaming, near
When I turn then to look, no one is there
I’m left with little sanity to tell
From the dreams dreamed, and the horrors I sight
And the dark shadow creatures come closer
As the thirteenth chime sounds at black midnight
And now as their prey I’m left to wonder
Considering dark places that I’ve flown
Can I ever return to sanity
After the depths of madness that I’ve known?
“This is still just a dream!” some voice tells me
But I realize as the shadow-things creep
That the dream my mind formed was a falsehood
And my tortured self was never asleep.

Randall Madden

November 4, 2014

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Progress Report – Initial Readers, Here I Come!

It has been almost ten years since I had the dream that formed the beginnings of my novel. I wrote the first page when I was in college, saving it in a folder titled, “here is a book idea to get you started.” In June of last year, I decided to pick it back up when I was dusting off all my old writings.

I finished my initial draft several months back, and after several setbacks that left me behind my intended schedule, I finally got around to the dreaded editing process. I attacked this with gusto for the last few months, and then set back to writing a new character that I felt the story needed.

Edits, late nights, and borderline insanity came and went. I’m happy to say that the printer is chugging, and my first “official” draft is complete. Tomorrow, I will hand my book to my first test reader!

I have so many people to thank for listening to me along the way. My wife, Brittany, has been absolutely instrumental in keeping me motivated to this point. She was always happy to listen to parts of the story along the way, and I have spoiled almost every plot twist for her from start to finish. Josh Griffin and Elisabeth Perkins also get a big hand, for they listened when I really felt like I needed someone’s advice on the book.

I also owe it to the teachers along the way that helped me come to this completed manuscript. Mrs. Ford, my Kindergarten teacher, instilled a love for writing and reading in me that has carried through to this day. I also owe thanks to mom, for encouraging me to keep writing over the years when I was ready to just give up on my dream.

So look out initial readers, I’m coming for you starting tomorrow! Barring any major rewrites, I plan to start 2015 by looking for an agent to help sell my book.


All done, and just in time for NaNoWriMo!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Progress Report - Book Finished! Again...

For the second time, I am ticking off the “complete” box next to the first Dawnbringer book!

When I finished the first manuscript several months back I was discussing it with Brittany. She has been a great source of inspiration and insight when it comes to the inner workings of my book, and after one of our late night discussions I realized that I was missing a major story arc that I really needed to tell. The book takes place during a major war, and the entire civilian population of one side had been left out of the book. I was busy looking for a way to showcase some aspects of their society, and Brittany pointed out the potential solution that I wound up taking.

So here I am, another 40,000 words later, and the book is done…again…sort of…

I have to go back and do my edits now, and I have a handful of small chapters that still need to be written. Once all of this is finished, the book will be ready for initial readers. I’m hoping this will happen over the weekend, but if I’ve learned anything through the book writing process, it’s that patience is an important virtue.


Stay tuned!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Poem – Deliver Me

In my mind, poetry should speak honestly before all else. Without exposing raw emotion, it really falls short of showcasing the truest bits of our humanity.

With that in mind, I’ve written a more frustrated piece this week, hearkening to several weeks of hard knocks. The purpose was merely to vent some of the mounting frustrations that I had been facing.

In my desire to expose some element of raw emotion, I hope it delivers.

Deliver Me

Deliver me, O Lord
From a world of indifference
Cold numbers and statistics
Mark what should be much more
Cold slabs of meat
All that remains of humanity
Carcasses, still drawing breath
In a world of jaded despair
Where went our basic dignity
And respect for one another?
Lost, like the teachings of the Law
In that cursed Israelite generation
I scream, I cry, I rail
Cannot anybody hear me?
Songbird’s call drowned out
In the buzz of monotonous gray

Lord, please deliver me.

Randall Madden

October 2, 2014