I’m considering something I’ve always said I would never do: participate in NaNoWriMo.
Understand, I see NaNoWriMo as a thing for people who aren’t really serious about writing, but are dabblers. But that’s not only pretty stupidly elitist, it’s also dickish, since what am I but a dabbler? I have only a few finished stories and a shit-ton of ideas for more. Three chapters does not a novel make.
So I think I shall use NaNoWriMo to motivate myself to finish the current work in progress. Which means I’ve got about 95000 words to write between now and November 30th.
As a side effect, I will also be trying to post minimum three posts a week; more if I can.
I’ve been relatively poor and I’ve been well off in my life, and I infinitely prefer doing well. But I have a problem–when I’m doing well, it’s much harder for me to control spending.
I’m fine with the big things. I know not to buy a new computer or a new Kindle, for example, until I have saved the money (or had a windfall). I contribute more than the minimum amount into my retirement. But the little things? Those get me. Read More »
Last night, watching an episode of “Big Bang Theory,” a line Wolowitz said made me change a significant chunk of my WiP. The line was “It’s the Jewish prayer for eating bread; we don’t have one for falling out of the sky!” And it occurred to me that it would be kind of cool if […]
My daughter turned 5 last week. Other than that, life’s been pretty much a constant stream of “Get up; go to work; attempt to teach apathetic teenagers their own language, as well as logic, how to construct an argument, how to write effectively, and now, thanks to budget cuts, how to use a computer; pick child up from school, feed her, greet the wife, have dinner, spend two to three hours attempting to get the child to sleep, watch one show, go to bed, repeat.”
Very little time to write. Very little time to think. And every time somone says “If you want to write, just make yourself do it,” I want to punch them. I’d gladly give up the one TV show I manage to watch per night if I could actually write during that time, but I’ve tried, and nothing good happens.
There are few things so beautiful as the California Redwoods. I live hours away from them, but I manage a pilgrimage at least once per summer. If anything makes me reluctant to leave this state, it’s this.