I’m a Camp Nano participant – woohoo

In previous incarnations I’ve tried to be part of the Nanowrimo/Preptober crowd, posting tips and info that would be useful to writers and, more often than not, failing to do any actual writing. While I like the camaraderie and deadline of Nanowrimo, I don’t like the performative aspects of the writing community, especially around that time. I get it, but I don’t feel like myself if I take part in it. What the hell do I know about writing? Not much that would be helpful to anyone else – unless you’re a neurodivergent asshole hiding behind a pen name. (If that’s you, you’re my people.)

But I still want to use the power of Nano to get the juices flowing, so to speak. So, I’ll be joining Camp Nano for April, with the goal of writing a new drabble each day. I have a series of seven drabbles on this site right now, but they’re a continuous story that went out into the hall and then nowhere. I’ve toyed with the idea of taking them down, but I think I’ll leave them. I like the Drabble genre and I want to track how I evolve within it.

These 30 drabbles may have a shared world or setting, but I don’t want to connect the narrative at all, like some short story writing just chopping up his work to fit the format. I want each one to feel complete within its own 100-word capsule. That’s my goal: 30 self-contained stories. What I do with them in May will depend on me getting to April 30th.

Wish me luck.

My god, I have no idea what to do with this web site. It looks terrible. Blah.

“Golf” 2m57s

Drabbles are short pieces of fiction of exactly 100 words. I use https://randomwordgenerator.com/ to provide the prompt and I time how long it takes me to reach 100.

“Golf is one of those games that you need a lot of leisure time to get right and a lot of money to get leisure time. That’s the last thing I want to set up here. Think about who that’ll attract! Look at what happened to Florida.”

Casper kicked his rover again and flapped his arms in disgust. It was hard to emote in the old moon suits, but the new models were on the crashed lander. He pointed in the general direction of the debris and yelled into his mic. “That idiot can’t even get supplies here. Forget tourists.”

“Call” 2m58s

Drabbles are short pieces of fiction of exactly 100 words. I use https://randomwordgenerator.com/ to provide the prompt and I time how long it takes me to reach 100.

Gladys took the call against her better judgement. Assuming it would be something easy, she was surprised when the breathy voice on the other end begged her to come immediately. “Who is this?” Gladys asked.

“Just hurry. 53 Elm Street. The barrier is down and the demons are escaping. You must come!”

The call ended and Gladys scribbled out the address on her memo pad. She hardly had to write down her own house number. She pulled her father’s sword from its display case and jumped out the office window into the mist. This called for something faster than a taxi.