NaNoWriMo: It’s okay to skip the first, second, and even third chapter

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It’s bright. I know. I know. My writing is bright too 🙂

First and foremost, I am a writer. Writing is the only thing that gives me a sense of freedom from the shackles of this cruel world. I am one of those writers who can’t seem to write in chapter order, but this NaNoWriMo, things are not going quite right for me.

Today is the fourth day. On the second day, I only got 143 words down and last evening I was not feeling well and I ended up going to sleep as soon as I got home from work. I promised to wake up later that night to write, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.

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The reason why I only got 143 words down on Monday was due to the fact that I couldn’t seem to find a proper opening for the first chapter. I know I should move onto another scene, but I prefer to write in chapter order. It’s just me. I’ve decided to free write, but I’m stubborn, so I’ll go back to the first chapter this evening and hopefully come up with something. If not, I’ll skip the first few chapters and come back to them later down the road.

Ah well, there’s a first time for everything!

Writers who are worried about writing their first chapter while they have other chapters/scenes on their mind itching to be written down or typed up, it’s definitely okay to skip the first, second, and even third chapter. And maybe even fourth and fifth. You can start from the middle, you can start from the end, just have your 50,000 words by November 30th to win the challenge. I hope your writing is going better than mine!

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Poetry Wednesday: The painted mirror

For the next 3 Wednesdays, I’ll be featuring poems from my friend, Tammy. She writes from whatever inspiration she draws from nature and its surroundings and I think she has a way with words. Tammy is a magical being and many of her poetry are inspired by such imagination.

Placed on Bolivia’s glass floors,

I painted a mirror with huge colors,

That galore,

Painted on the world’s largest moor!

A paradigm of colors arrayed,

Through the thin bright stairways of angelic clouds,

They never dim they stayed.

White light rays from heaven shrouded,

Around, abound, up and all the way down,

Walking on this mirror of magic,

Seems like you’re in the air, not below where lies the tragic.

Just dream and dream and dream,

The sunlight rains constant beams,

Is that the sound of the angels from above?

Instrumented with violins on the reflected cloud with doves,

Imagination never ends here,

I don’t want to go home don’t you dare!

I stand on glass, I stand in the sky,

Don’t take my mirror away, not even for one night.

Solitude of happiness, I’m not allowed to cry,

Dear painted mirror of Bolivia, keep me infinite,

God’s grandeur shines its light,

Awaiting another day,

Another visit,

Yes, my dear you’re infinite.

© Tammy