Way back in November 2015 (yes, this post has been sitting in my drafts folder that long), I posted something in the NaNoWriMo forums about how you can get so close to your characters that it’s almost like having fictional friends.
I know it sounds lame/nerdy/dorky or whatever, but my characters are my friends. Not in the sense that you can talk to them and they talk back, but in the sense that they are parts of you and can help you see different aspects of yourself. Real flesh-and-blood friends help you do this, too, and hopefully the relationship is mutualistic enough that you do this for each other.
Friendship is also about comfort and being able to be your true self around others. You can be yourself around your characters, and you feel comfortable enough hanging out with them even when they sometimes don’t want to go along with your nefarious fictional plots.
Do you see your characters as friends?
Well, I miserably failed at Camp NaNoWriMo and have totally given up, but it wasn’t because I wasn’t writing. I was just writing in my existing story, and I know I could have edited my Camp information and pretended that my existing story was my Camp project, but I honestly didn’t care all that much.
I did end up getting 14,000 words written in my existing story last week, but I’m not sure how good those words were. This must be a point in either this story or my life in general when writing’s not going so well. I was writing, but I didn’t feel invested in the story at all, sort of how you read a book, then you realize you have to read 10 pages over again because you were daydreaming while you were reading. It’s probably some form of writer’s block. Writer’s apathy, perhaps?
Anyway… I hope your Camp is going better than mine!
Whenever I’m working on a NaNoWriMo or Camp NaNoWriMo project, I like to post daily updates to Tumblr, not really because I expect anyone to comment (or care), but mostly so I can keep myself on track. But the updates have been going something like this:
Day 7: Didn’t write as much as I wanted to.
Day 8: Heard about the tragedy in Dallas. Was too sickened and sad to write.
Day 9: First day of vacation, so I should get more writing done this week.
In other words, nothing’s getting done! I think it’s mostly because I haven’t had enough room in my head lately for the characters to move around, and I haven’t had the time or inclination to actually sit down and think about worldbuilding. So… I’m going to try very hard to actually write something this week when I have more time. I think writing will actually happen because I’ll feel awkward proclaiming everywhere that “I’m going to write,” then not actually writing.
How’s Camp going for you?