July 2014, Camp NaNoWriMo’s editorial director, Tim Kim, created a pep talk in the form of a Mad Libs game.
What are “Mad Libs”? Mad Libs are a word game in which you have a story filled with numberous blanks directing the player(s) to pick an adjective, noun, verb, etc., and thus create a funnier (and/or stranger!) story.
To celebrate the anniversary of my favorite pep talk, I wanted to share my Mad Libs and give you the chance to fill out your own, be it again or the first time! Post your Mad Libs in the comments or share it on your blog (and link me so I can read it!).
- An awesome superhero name
- Adjective describing your main character
- Your favorite snack
- The last verb your main character enacted
- The manufacturer of your favorite snack
- The first piece of dialogue in your story that starts with ‘You…’
- Your current word count
- Adjective describing your inner editor
- Adjective describing your best friend
- Your favorite supporting character in your Camp project
- The last piece of dialogue in your story that ended with an exclamation point
- How much time you last spent writing
- Your favorite mythological creature
- Your favorite author
- Write a sentence beginning with the words “Once upon a time”.
Just remove the bolds and fill in your own. 😀 I hunted for the original pep talk link on the camp site, but I couldn’t find it… however, you can still read it here!
Once, there lived a writer, known throughout the lands as Samurai Flamenco (1). This writer was seized by inspiration one July, and struck out to tell the tale of one known only as “The Destined (2) One.”
The first two weeks were full of wonder. Fueled by green apples (3), the writer generated conflicts like vast thunderstorms, and characters so real they jumped off the page only to slap (4) you right in the face. Granny Smith (5), now aware of the crucial role they played in this writer’s story-spinning, swelled with pride and told the writer, “You betrayed me, and now you’ve hurt me twice! (6).”
Alas, not all was so rosy. After hitting 3993 (7), the writer remembered their last pang of doubt. What if they became blocked once again? What if their story was silly? Maybe… maybe it would be better to stop. They looked into the mirror, and the face they saw seemed almost persistent (8).
At the writer’s darkest moment, a monologue-er (9) voice arose. “Hey, you can do this,” it said. “If you don’t, how will we ever find out what happens to Zaka (10)? I don’t want to live in a world with that kind of empty hole. Don’t stop now.”
The writer nodded, saying “I can’t figure you out! (11) No matter how far away from my word-count goal I am, I promise to write for at least three hours (12) a day.”
With that, a rainbow sprang across the sky like a werewolf (13) racing toward the newest novel by Diana Wynne Jones (14). The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the writer’s next sentence. The writer smiled, took a deep breath, and wrote “Once upon a time, the visible girl gazed into the eyes of the invisible boy… (15)”
Happy Writing! ❤