I am beginning to think that this is what a Frontal Lobotomy feels like. I can’t concentrate, create or focus on one single thing. I found myself too often today staring off into space without comprehending anything going on around me. And before you say anything, I know that I have a habit of staring off into space, but that is usually when I am writing and poking at a scene and it is for a purpose. But the amount of snot I am hoarding inside my skull right now is making it hard to be articulate. I vowed in the spirit of writing to participate in NaBloPoMo, though, so here I am trying to keep up with my promise.
I think this might be what I need.
There’s a lot of buzz each November around NaNoWriMo — you may notice some of your favorite blogs dedicating themselves to churning out 50,000 words this month.
If 50,000 words seem like 49,000 too many or you’re more interested in blogging than writing a book, NaBloPoMo — National Blog Posting Month — might be your speed: a challenge to post once every day for the entire month of November. No theme, no word count, no rules; just you, your blog, and 30 new posts.
NaBloPoMo started in 2006 in response to NaNoWriMo; not every blogger has the time or inclination to write a book, but the idea of a challenge that forces participants to stretch themselves, grow as bloggers, and be part of a supportive community is undeniably appealing. As founder Eden Kennedy, the power blogger behind fussy.org, put it:
If there’s one thing creative people…
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I just want to thank everyone for being patient as I get my bearings and the blog setup. It seems that every time I think I have it figured out, there is a new way to optimize or format or whatever to make this all bright and shiny. And I’m not a big fan of bright and shiny. So thank you for reading, and don’t mind the mess.
I originally planned for this post to be released last night on Halloween, but minions and a sugar-induced coma (mine, not the minions) blew that right out the window. So today is November 1st, 2013 and marks the beginning of the annual “thirty days of literary abandonment” known as NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month for those who are not familiar with this cruel punishment. You have 30 days to write a 50,000 word novel of original origin, meaning not the half-baked story you tossed aside months ago or the almost completed novel that you have been slaving over. It has to be a new story, never told before by you, the writer.
I came across this nice little nugget here while pursuing writing references on Tumblr, and I had to share it here for those about to embark on their month-long journey into madness that is NaNoWriMo. It is a very valuable reference and I hope it helps out.
November 1st marks the start of the National Novel Writing Month, known to us word junkies as NaNoWriMo. From the 1st until November 30th, the goal is to write 50,000 words, a 175 page novel. Because of the intensity of the time limit, that means NO editing, NO tweaking, ALL risk. And all this from scratch. I know that some do a detailed outline in the month of October, as I usually do, but this month I’ve forgone the pre-planning, and am seeing where the story takes me.
Make plans to visit me in the psychiatric ward on December 1st after my mental breakdown. Please and thank you.
So let the writing begin!
Oh poor blog, how I’ve neglected you. I’m ashamed of myself, and will understand if you are more than a little grumpy with me.
I have a lot of writer friends, both in the ‘real world’ and online socially. I surround myself with them to focus, inspire and motivate myself to keep scratching that itch. And as I interact with them more, I realize there is something that the majority share in common. Something that has to happen before the words will flow.
I call it the Writer’s Crutch. Continue reading
It is damn hot outside. Temperature today in the upper 90’s and dry as hell. Where is a coven of water witches doing their naked rain dances when we need them?
That is not what this about, though. Maybe later.
No, this is about failure, and the fear of it.
I hate this feeling, this feeling of uncertainty in regards to my writing. There is a persistent nagging feeling of not being worthy enough to finish the story. I think that part of the reason is that I’m having a hard time finding the groove when real life keeps interrupting. And I understand that it is supposed to – I work full time Monday through Friday, with a wonderful family and supportive husband that need me. I’m unable to sit down when the mood strikes and fully commit to the story. I’ve planned for such, which is why Synnove will not be fully released in final draft until late this year and only after I’ve let a select few rip into it with gigantic red pens and slice away at my heart… Continue reading
>I had a good night – didn’t go to bed until sometime before 2am, but the fatigue is offset by the fact that I completed the first chapter last night. Hurray! I’m content with how it came out, not saying that I won’t completely restructure it during editing, but it was enough to work with. It was a hard chapter to write, not only because it was the first, but because of the story line itself. It is an emotional beginning.
But now, oh yes now I can delve into the heart of it. Tell the story I came to tell in the first place.
Its been an amazingly long time since I’ve written anything, minus my 140 character ramblings on Twitter and posting in various game/media related forums. But I’ve started to feel that tug, that itch, that feeling there is Something To Be Written. As for what, the muses have yet to make that known. So here I am, taking the first step – finding the page to put the words. And now the words will come.