Except that, oh did I tell you? I challenged my third-graders to do NaNoWriMo.
Seriously. (Except that NaCho cheese-mo sounds funnier so we like it better because third grade is all about the funny)
We are all (we as in me, too) going to write our books in November, then spiff them up in December. (Theirs will spiff into little hard cover books we will "publish" in class. Who knows what will happen with mine.)
Our plan is a little modified. There is no word minimum that needs to be reached, thank goodness! (50 k is a LOT.) I am working on a chapterbook, around 10,000 words so I think I can make it. It's about a fire-breathing dog, in case you were wondering. I have wanted to write about a fire-breathing dog for MONTHS but every time I started to do it, the story couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to be a novel or a picturebook. I am forcing it to compromise, because that's what an author can do, you know?
|This is my classroom after school. You can see my head peeking over the desks. I am busy painting a sign or dinosaur footprints or somesuch. Photo take with my new phone that does far too much.|
There. I've put in in print. I am committed. I shall begin finishing.
Tomorrow, of course.