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Camp NaNo Breakdown

April was a swerve. I was in the closet grabbing a shirt last night and glanced at the Small Board of Writing Inspiration. It was still a pretty minty green and makes me happy...but I didn't work on either of the projects mentioned during April.


I ended up landing on the zine:  ordering several from Etsy (post on those coming up!) and deciding that smaller stories with more handcrafting was where I wanted to focus. This meant that I worked more in notebooks and didn't make the word count that I had originally aimed to make in April. Of course, this also meant that I wasn't working on those stories that I'd hoped to (although that WIP designation could mean anything...) and now I'm not sure which direction to take for May.

My particular challenge is finishing.

This is the stage of the project (ideas collected, a draft existing in notebooks and/or the computer, and an artificial deadline passing) where I'm most likely to lay it down and chase the next shiny new project. May, therefore, feels like an important toward finishing. Here, between preparing for the next Camp (in July?!?), the stories that I encountered in April need the behind-the-scenes scrubbing and repairing that makes me want to do laundry. 

Camp is over. Camp prep and polishing has begun.


-- Chrissa

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  1. Carrie Van HornMay 1, 2021 at 9:24 AM

    I think that Camp NaNo was very productive for you and fueled your creativity. You are very creative my friend, in more ways than just writing. I look forward to hearing and seeing more about the zines. Love this blog Chrissa! A wonderful open space for sharing and creativity!

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  2. HelenMay 8, 2021 at 3:54 PM

    I agree with Carrie ... no one comes close to possessing your unique style, it’s depth, intelligence. Never stop writing.

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