Ultimate Novel Planning Workbook
I found this book a couple of months ago. It reminded me of Scrivener but on paper, which I think is a big plus, especially if you're the type of writer that enjoys writing on paper rather than digitally.
If you click on the title, it'll take you to amazon. You can purchase the book for 23$ CAD but you can also get the individual pages on Etsy.com as a digital download and print them off. You can get these pages for FREE, if you buy the book, leave a review and send an email to the publisher with a copy of your receipt and a link to the review.
The book contains a lot of material. I'll cover a few of them but you can see more of them at Author Zoo on Etsy. One of the first pages is a Brain Dump page. The page title really says it all. All your thoughts an idea's, just dump them onto the page. :)
You can take your stuff from the Brain Dump page and begin fleshing it out on the Story Brainstrom. Sections for your Protagonist, Antagonist, backstories, goals, problems to solve. Setting and Place, Genre of your novel, story theme and more.
Further in, we get more in-depth profile pages. Not just for the Protagonist and Antagonist but general character sheets as well.
It gets a little more detailed with notes for each chapter. Touching on External Conflict, Internal Conflict, Plot Points, Day Time, Setting and the Characters in the chapter.
Some of my favourite pages in the book are the Monthly Writing Planner. Your Word Count Goal and then your actually Word Count. There's enough pages in the book to cover a years worth of writing. Not shown is a section on the side which you can fill in To-Do lists for that week.
The book gives you a nice foot up in a lot of things you'll need to do when writing a novel. Of course everyone has their own style, their own methods. A Panster might die looking at this, while a Planner might fall in love. Personally, I like it...though as you can see, I haven't used mine yet. This isn't the only book like this on the market, if you search you might find others that suit you better. Some other pages in the book that I haven't touched on are; blank pages in the back for Notes and Scrapbook (art pages), Word Pages (pages that contain other words for 'look', go, words to describe someones voice), There are Editing Pages, Writing Exercise pages, Show - don't tell pages. Plenty to help a person along in their plans to write a novel.
My goodness. I'm not sure about all you wonderful people that regularly decide to punish yourselves with the A to Z Challenge AND Camp NaNoWriMo.
I'm quite happy it's May. :)
You may have noticed that throughout the month I stopped trying to make my stories 200words. Mostly that happened because I realized the editminion was giving me a different word count than other programs. So none of my double drabbles are actually 200words anyways.
I also stopped commenting and such. I hope to go back around to all the wonderful blogs I found throughout the month and continue to read and post! I hope we'll continue to be friends. :)
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and read my stories and left a comment, or didn't leave a comment. Your visit was appreciated never-the-less.
I did get several comments on the pictures I used. For the most part if you clicked the picture it would take you to the source, some pictures I could not find sources for and they just seemed to pop out of obserity that is the Internet. Also, the tutelage lead to additional information. :)
Again, thank you. It was fun to be a part of this challenge. I managed to complete it and meet my 40k goal for Camo NaNo. It was a crazy writing month!
I hear the tap of fingers across a keyboard, and I would think they were my own had I not heard them before I started typing. The sound echoes from upstairs. There are computers up there, too many for our own good. But there is no one up there; well, no human.
My children are off to school, my husband to work.
Autumn, our dog, is upstairs. I imagine she's sleeping stretched out on a child's bed, like she does every day when they go off to school without her. I doubt she's tapping away at the computer, writing about how agonizing it is to be left alone each and every day, abandoned by her pack. Left with only me for comfort.
Now that I've started to type, the sound has faded. The only typing is my own and the buzz of my laptop. Occasionally, I can hear a bird's twitter outside.
It's cold in here, too cold for spring. Too cold for my fingers to be left exposed racing across a keyboard.
But the sound called to me, the clicking of a keyboard from upstairs. Someone, something was writing, as if to say it should be me.
I'm quite happy it's May. :)
You may have noticed that throughout the month I stopped trying to make my stories 200words. Mostly that happened because I realized the editminion was giving me a different word count than other programs. So none of my double drabbles are actually 200words anyways.
I also stopped commenting and such. I hope to go back around to all the wonderful blogs I found throughout the month and continue to read and post! I hope we'll continue to be friends. :)
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and read my stories and left a comment, or didn't leave a comment. Your visit was appreciated never-the-less.
I did get several comments on the pictures I used. For the most part if you clicked the picture it would take you to the source, some pictures I could not find sources for and they just seemed to pop out of obserity that is the Internet. Also, the tutelage lead to additional information. :)
Again, thank you. It was fun to be a part of this challenge. I managed to complete it and meet my 40k goal for Camo NaNo. It was a crazy writing month!
I hear...
I hear the tap of fingers across a keyboard, and I would think they were my own had I not heard them before I started typing. The sound echoes from upstairs. There are computers up there, too many for our own good. But there is no one up there; well, no human.
My children are off to school, my husband to work.
Autumn, our dog, is upstairs. I imagine she's sleeping stretched out on a child's bed, like she does every day when they go off to school without her. I doubt she's tapping away at the computer, writing about how agonizing it is to be left alone each and every day, abandoned by her pack. Left with only me for comfort.
Now that I've started to type, the sound has faded. The only typing is my own and the buzz of my laptop. Occasionally, I can hear a bird's twitter outside.
It's cold in here, too cold for spring. Too cold for my fingers to be left exposed racing across a keyboard.
But the sound called to me, the clicking of a keyboard from upstairs. Someone, something was writing, as if to say it should be me.