The Time Has Come


Dear Fellow Writers & Readers alike,

Of course I’ll be blogging during NaNo! Did you think I would drop off the face of the cyberworld like so many other writers during this time? Writing is already a lonely business, so it is good to maintain our social habits during this time.

Also, word count… And blogging counts.

I will be putting our 10 Deadly Habits series on hold again. My apologies. It’s taking longer than expected. You set yourself a goal and somehow life happens. But not to worry, we will come to the end of the horrors of these habits in due time! Fortunately, we are halfway there already!

I am writing to you today to reach out into the writing community. Are you participating in #NaNoWriMo2017? If so, I wish you the best of luck, and I encourage you on this journey. Being a bit of a veteran myself, I have felt all the feels you may be going through right now.





Positivity (don’t you autocorrect me. That’s totally a word.)

Downright fear.







[Insert yours here.]

A wise person would remind you that it isn’t about the destination or the end result of the matter. It’s all about our individual journeys. How you conduct yourself along the road of life says more about your character than showing up at the end victorious. And how you run the race gives or takes more from your victory than you may realize.

So we can twiddle our thumbs, mope and complain, make excuses for why we are not writing. Or we can climb aboard our Imagination Stations, buckle in, and get ready for a bumpy, but exciting ride.

I welcome you to join me this November session. You can follow my progress and share yours here or on my Twitter account @FanTCBooks. I’ll keep you updated on which project I’m working on (Clara and the Chronicles of the Locket leaps out of the starting block with a whopping 10 words this morning,) and together we will conquer this great and glorious thing.

Happy National Novel Writing Month. May your pens flow with ink and your keys never stick.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin


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A Day in the Life

So NaNoWriMo is in full swing, and…I am in a killer reading mood. Yeah. I wrote a bit during the first week but fell off the horse quickly. This will be the first mark against my perfect November record. I’m not crying. I’m not even stressig over it. The reason I have a perfect record is because the third year I didn’t participate at all because I was afraid of that score. This year, the fear was there. It was. But I signed up anyway. I’m not going to finish and I’m okay with that.

My writing commitment is not as strong as some people say it should be, but…

I published two books.

I have a third book finished and ready for editing.

The only person I have to report to is myself. And that’s something I want you to realize, too. No matter where your writing history is, you write for yourself first. Sound too narcissistic? Tough, kid. You’re going to realize how many people will jump at the chance to tell you their high and mighty opinion. How egotistic is that? They’ll also tell you what you’re doing wrong. But that’s not their place to say.

NaNoWriMo is fun. It’s a community of writers inspiring and encouraging other writers. But I’m going to bow out of this round and catch up on some old friends (Jules Verne, Ray Bradbury, etc), but writing is in my blood. I can’t go long before I whip out the notebook. And, hey, I made GREAT headway on a new story! That counts for a whole lot.

If you’re in the Rockford area, you can come out and see me this December at the Beloit Library Author Meet and Greet.


Fanny T Crispin

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I Can’t Write

It’s one of those moments in which I sit down to write, but every time I do, I’m overwhelmed by sorrow. You see, a father has just returned home from a tragic sea voyage only to discover he had been gone for seven years and his dearly beloved wife is dead. I’m trying to work through his reaction to the shock, but it’s bitterly unfair.

It’s moments like these where I hope the story moves my readers as much as it has me. It’s moments like these when I feel the strongest as a writer. You can make a reader laugh or scare their boots off with a wild adventure, but if you can break their hearts for a character, make them bleed with him, that is the highest achievement.

Please, excuse me. I have to go comfort a grieving husband and hope and pray he’ll be all right in the end.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin