UnRaNoWriMo: The relaxed, no pressure version of National Novel Writing Month.

Yesterday I took to Facebook bemoaning how it seemed like everyone around me was taking part in NaNoWriMo, and I wasn't.

That's until Candilynn Fite said she wasn't either, and suggested we form our own Under the Radar Novel Writing Month! 

So what's UnRaNoWriMo? Well, it's just like NaNoWriMo only without the pressure, word-count goals, overall goal, limits or signs-ups etc. 

Be it a new project, and existing project, revisions or a bit of everything. Just write. Don't worry that you're not going to meet your target for the day, or that your writing buddy has gotten more words than you. Just celebrate the fact you're writing!

So, that's what I'm doing!

I'm not going to post word counts, but I will update my progress as often as I have time for.

Work was quiet this morning, so I managed to get a little writing done. I've moved onto act two of my WiP paranormal-romance, and opening with some pretty heavy emotional stuff! Funtimes! It's especially poignant for me, as I can really empathise with my MC Roxie. I used to be that girl. 

Here's a little unedited snippet from this morning's writing:

I promised myself after Stephen I’d never allow myself to get into that position again. I would never give anyone the power to break me like he had. Better to be alone than go through the pain of losing someone you loved. Now Sol was challenging my every resolve.  

It was only going to end in tears. Most likely mine. 

Sure, he thought he wanted me now, but in a couple of months when the threat of Catherine had gone and he got to know the real me, he’d get bored. He’d want something more. Someone like him. He was a superpowered prenatural creature hunter. I was just me. He deserved someone better. And I’d be left in pieces again.  

I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was hard enough to put myself back together the last time. Besides, I didn’t need anyone. I’d gotten a two-one in my marketing degree, and landed a job at Farley Cosmetics without anyone’s help.  

Nothing needed to change. 

The time for tears was over. I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my top, stood up and grabbed my gym back. Carrying it through to the kitchen, I got a load of laundry on and phoned Catherine to arrange a meeting for that Monday.

Now it's time for a work meeting, and after that, if I have time, some revisions on act one. 

What's everyone else up to? NaNoing or not, I'd love to hear your Friday/ weekend plans!