Late to The Camp NaNoWriMo Party – Better Late Than Never! #CampNaNoWriMoParty

Yes, it’s that time of year again folks! Welcome to the Camp NaNoWriMo Party! Kicking this session off in style, with fireworks galore! It’s time for Camp NaNoWriMo ’17. A time when most folks are donning sunglasses, lathering on the sunscreen, and celebrating the 4th of July like the firecrackers they are. Then there’s those of us weary yet hearty souls, who dwell deep inside our apartments pounding out  what some believe is a secret code or some demonic creation for the way we hide in the dark cool reaches far from the dreaded sun and that of civilization. We sit behind lit computer screens and hide among the shadows evoking feelings of fear from thy neighbors like the vampyric legends of old, as we yet again trying to reach our writing goals .

We are a rare breed of human as the mythical and imaginary wild beasts that we are so intent of hunting this summer session of Camp NaNoWriMo. I wish I could say I was the one who discovered these wild, but rare and elusive beasts that roam Camp NaNoWriMo ’17 but I  cannot. That belongs to those brave souls who safeguard the Campgrounds. They are more than Camp Counselors and Moderators. They are Adventure trail guides as I seek to prove the existence of my species among humankind, the top 12% of the 1%  who wish to see their creation realized for the work  an

We have a 30 day long hike through treacherous woods where I hope to view these compellingly seductive creatures in their natural habitat. I want to engage in the chasing down the legendary Storysquatch  for its secret to inspire us. I want to rise to the challenge  of the DareWolf’s howl as it stands howling at the moonlight over the treacherous cliffs overlooking the beautiful but dangerous churning waters beneath the serene exterior of Lake Plotiful.

Not everything here is as safe as the cabins which most writer’s inhabit. My spirit longs to be one of the brave souls who needs not the comradery of other writers like the few who choose to rough it in the wilds of the camp. But all writers need to heed this warning. Beneath the fun and excitement of writing challenges and dares. Far from the community of likeminded writers there is something more sinister and more paralyzing to any writer worth his/her salt found here, in answering the call of the writer’s wild.

A journey that only the brave make as they grapple with the wild and rugged lonesome manuscript. Fighting the devilish inner editor and taking on the most cursed of all the Camp NaNoWriMo beasts for it reaches out from the depths of the writer’s imagination into reality. Only the strongest will survive with their manuscript in tact by the final day of camp a bit scarred, triumphant and embattled with this creature so fearsome few refuse to talk about how they overcame it’s peril.

Writer’s beware for here lies in wait the vile and feared BlockNess Monster. It’s infamy known and feared far and wide by all writers. It is said to drag weary writers beneath the calm exterior of the water’s surface and relentlessly wrap itself around the writer leaving a shattered writer in it’s wake as it feeds off the writer’s fear – leaving the manuscript to drown beneath it’s murky depths of the boggy graveyard to all abandoned manuscripts that clung to life in the writer’s mind.

So in honor of Camp NaNoWriMo ’17 I challenge you those few brave souls who dare read this blog post. They say that everyone has a story within them. So, come on and write it! Readers want to read it. So if you’re up for a little adventure and DARE to join our ranks there’s still time to join. Now is a great time to start. It’s better late than never!  #WhatsYourStory?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s