Day 7: I remember this

It's day 7, and I am behind on word count. Between 4th of July and absence of my scene planner (poster board with 100 sticky notes worked just great in 2012, and I'm overwhelmed by Scrivener at the moment), I'm a little adrift but planning a marathon writing session on Saturday, which is my birthday. What fun--a day in the library writing, and then perhaps to treat myself, a wee trip to Ulta for new eyeshadow. Bliss.

I am remembering this thing: I love Camp NaNoWriMo. It actually feels like camp, where you get to stay up late and do something delicious and scratch the mosquito bites you got at twilight. It seems like a summer adventure--possibly because I have other fond associations with the joy of writing on summer evenings, CN in 2012 and summer 1986 and 1988, when I attempted my first long writing projects.

Another remembering: the way to do CN is totally liberating, just madcap balls-to-the-wall write your guts out. There's no worrying about quality, and there is also no worrying about voice. These things come later, or if you're doing it for fun with no future expectations, not at all. Love this.