National Novel Writing Month is right around the corner. Literally. It’s just seven days north and one day east. Because, of course, the sun rises in the east and next Tuesday morning will find me glassy-eyed, caffeine injected and doggedly working to get my first 1,667 words done on my newest WIP.
I’m as prepared as I usually am for this crazy writing endeavor. I have a working title, but no genre. I know I’ll be penning a young adult novel, but I have no clue what, exactly, it will be about. I also have my totem.
My writing totems act as mascots. For instance, in 2007, my NaNoTotem was an elephant. I had never heard of totems before, and my writing buddies all seemed to have one. Then one day while shopping, a teeny elephant called to me from the grocery store bin. Ellie, named after the elephant in my novel, Surviving Serengeti, became my first writing cheerleader.
She hung out on my desk in 2008 while I wrote Losing Time, and I believed she would simply be my official writing totem forever and ever, amen. Imagine my surprise when a tiny carved bear demanded to join Ellie in 2009 while I penned Whispering Minds.
I found him while visiting our National Monument on a research trip for my YA novel. I knew I needed a solid Native American perspective and found a wonderful stone carver to share his thoughts with me. While looking for a book to further my research, I saw this bear. Not a big deal, except I couldn’t seem to leave without purchasing it. In Indian culture, the bear represents introspection, something I didn’t realize until much later. Yet, I couldn’t have deliberately bought a more perfect totem for my psychological thriller than him.
And then the plot bunnies came. A stuffed marshmallow peep joined Ellie and my bear for NaNo10 when my young MC unwittingly unleashed plot bunnies into her very practical world. Hopefully, The Mixed-up Manuscripts of Martin Niggle will become the first in a chapter book series.
Hopefully, I will win my cheesy NaNo11 certificate with Haarper. Writing 50,000 cohesive words in thirty days seems like a stretch, but I thrive off the quick deadline. It seems to boost my adrenaline and my muse. Which is good, because as of today, I still know very little about this year’s novel.
A giant (in terms of relative size to the real thing) stuffed E.coli will join the ranks of my NaNoTotems. He was a Christmas present from my little brother and sister last year. He hung out on my windowsill as a reminder for my kids to wash their hands. He’s cute in a creepy kind of way and somehow wheedled his way into my novel.
Thanks to my Big Sis for downloading Germs, Genes and Civilization onto our shared kindle account, I got snookered into reading the history of infectious disease and its impact on society. Yeah, I know. Not typical light reading, but a fascinating book and very well written. I would actually recommend it for any historical fiction writer–whether they write about genes and germs or not.
All of a sudden, the germ of an idea hit and Haarper was born. So was Coli.
Isn’t he cute? Aren’t they all?
Do you think I’m weird for having an entire cheerleading section of random objects while I pen my novels? If so, I assure you, I’m quite normal. Or at least as normal as many other writers across the globe. If you don’t believe me, check out this post on Writing Superstitions and Rituals to see just how unsilly my totems are.
Comparatively speaking, of course.
Who cheers you on when you write? Do you think having someone–anyone/thing–keeping a watchful eye on your progress is motivating or terrifying? How do you reconcile your fear of not finishing when people actually know you’ve started a new project?
Curious minds want to know.