Camp Nanowrimo

During this unit in Creative Writing, we focused on a literary work. As a class, we joined ywp.nanowrimo (Young Writers Program-National Novel Writing Month). Everyone set a goal, and we tried to complete the goals. Nanowrimo usually takes place in the month of November, so I am in Camp Nanowrimo. My writing goal is 10,000 words, which I have successfully completed. On Nanowrimo, there are many special features, like the Word Sprint feature. This feature lets you set a time limit and a word limit and then you have to write until the timer is up. There is also a Dare (Machine) feature. This feature allows you to generate an abundance of fun dares to include in your work. Overall, I think Camp Nanowrimo was an enjoyable experience that also helped me improve my writing, and complete a goal. 

It was kind of nice writing in a group, having everyone around you be writing along with you. There were Journal Prompts that helped promote more ideas, and encourage me to write about something different. 

Above is a screenshot of the badges that I earned during this month (April, 2023). I even wrote for 20 days consecutively and got just a little over 100% on my word goal (10,045 words out of 10,000).

My work was a smaller part of a larger novel, below I included an excerpt (the Prologue) of the story.

Prologue

“Test Subject 333B, are you ready to begin the experiment?” The static voice crackles through an overhead intercom.

It’s a lady’s voice, presumably a middle aged lady. It would probably be best for me to address her as such.

“Yes Madam, I am prepared to conduct the experiment. Don’t forget your promise Madam, I’m trusting you to do the right thing,” my dry lips stretch across my face to transform into a crude smile.

From my vantage point, strapped to a cold metal lab table, I can see my reflection in the polished steel ceiling. My white hair is spread out, long and thick, some chunks hanging off the side of the table. Light gray eyes stare back into mine, my pale skin and grayish pink lips finish off my monochromatic look. My lab gown is made out of cheap starchy material, and in the purest white I’ve ever seen. Whiter than my hair, which stands out against the gown.

The lady’s voice interrupts my observations, “The test will begin in three…two..-”

Her voice cuts off as a shock causes my body to violently convulse, my final thought being that she could have at least said one.