Camp NaNo, Day 2 (But Technically I Just Woke Up)

Brains...brains... Here we are, first thing in the morning on the second day of Camp NaNo. What I'd like to do (and might still), is grab a cup of coffee and drive out to the park and write. It is camp. And I did wake up to a bunkmate scraping his paws across the fan because he was sleeping with his nose practically pressed against the faceplate, so that feels very much like something you'd do in a cabin where the a/c is basically the breeze.

Camp is also (after food, nature hikes, and camp cliques) about crafting. That means I need to update my bulletin board (pics to come), which functions as my idea board/inspiration and really should have been done earlier and plan out a bracelet (which means a trip to Home Depot for brass washers...there may be a post on this later) and maybe a small zine for an outline. My primary goal for this month is to fill up the notebook pictured above and it might be nice to have an easy summary of what the story eventually becomes.

This is actually the underlying theme of this camp: what is Slay Me a Love Song becoming after living in my head and in disparate draft pieces for years?

With that, it's back out into the wilderness of blank pages. If you're at camp as well this month, hope you're having fun!

-- chrissa

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