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Nano writes again...
I signed up for Nanowrimo; the National Novel Writing Month, again this year. It's all Tim's fault, really. Well.. Sherry's too.
As insane as it sounds, I believe that my brain has been on creative vacation (or as creativly vacated as possible) for this month to get ready for the November event.
This means that no Pockets, no Bags, no Grizelda, Pewitt (no, he's not dead), or Weehawk till at least the end of November. Unless, of course, I come up with some fantastic tale of them as youngsters, but I don't really see that happening. There just ain't enough in their young lives to make a story up about, or if there is, they haven't told me about it.
At this point, I got bupkis for story ideas. Last year I wrote the Librarian, or the Library or whatever it was called. I think it was pretty much crappy, muddied writing, but that was my opinion of it. It was fancy writing and some of it was darn okay. Not great, but darn okay. SOME of it. This year who knows what will come floundering out of my imagination. I certainly don't.
Course, now that I've said that.... things are starting to burble. Maybe there's a book in the StoryTellers room I haven't read yet......
I've been having these dreams, you see. The worst part of the dreams are waking up, when they follow me out of the dream state and into this world. This morning, like I told Megan Squirrlygirl, it took me an hour to realize that I was not dreaming this life. and you think you got problems.
Oh yeah. I been wanting to say this for a while. Bob, you're a lovely woman, and if you ever think you aren't, ever think you're just not good enough, STOP IT. You are at the point in your life where your life is full of choices just waiting to be made, by you, for good or for less than good. Holy moley... when I was your age, I had no earthly idea what I was doing, even though I thought I did.
Now I know better. I'm 49, and I'm just starting to figure out what I'm doing, and the first step is to realize how really stupid I am. I'm too old to start a 401k, though I wish I had done one 10 years ago. And I'm too friggin young to be giving old man advice to anyone. But there it is. Whatever you're doing is OK DOKE. Just because it may feel like nothing is going right at times does not mean that it's going wrong.
Oh yeah, this isn't just for Bob, by the way... she's just been on my mind the last couple of weeks. And she isn't the only one. Sheesh! Try being omnipresent, just for a second. It sucks.
Anyway, it's now Tuesday, my official day off. I just wanted to brag that I've officially signed up for that month of literary mischief.
As insane as it sounds, I believe that my brain has been on creative vacation (or as creativly vacated as possible) for this month to get ready for the November event.
This means that no Pockets, no Bags, no Grizelda, Pewitt (no, he's not dead), or Weehawk till at least the end of November. Unless, of course, I come up with some fantastic tale of them as youngsters, but I don't really see that happening. There just ain't enough in their young lives to make a story up about, or if there is, they haven't told me about it.
At this point, I got bupkis for story ideas. Last year I wrote the Librarian, or the Library or whatever it was called. I think it was pretty much crappy, muddied writing, but that was my opinion of it. It was fancy writing and some of it was darn okay. Not great, but darn okay. SOME of it. This year who knows what will come floundering out of my imagination. I certainly don't.
Course, now that I've said that.... things are starting to burble. Maybe there's a book in the StoryTellers room I haven't read yet......
I've been having these dreams, you see. The worst part of the dreams are waking up, when they follow me out of the dream state and into this world. This morning, like I told Megan Squirrlygirl, it took me an hour to realize that I was not dreaming this life. and you think you got problems.
Oh yeah. I been wanting to say this for a while. Bob, you're a lovely woman, and if you ever think you aren't, ever think you're just not good enough, STOP IT. You are at the point in your life where your life is full of choices just waiting to be made, by you, for good or for less than good. Holy moley... when I was your age, I had no earthly idea what I was doing, even though I thought I did.
Now I know better. I'm 49, and I'm just starting to figure out what I'm doing, and the first step is to realize how really stupid I am. I'm too old to start a 401k, though I wish I had done one 10 years ago. And I'm too friggin young to be giving old man advice to anyone. But there it is. Whatever you're doing is OK DOKE. Just because it may feel like nothing is going right at times does not mean that it's going wrong.
Oh yeah, this isn't just for Bob, by the way... she's just been on my mind the last couple of weeks. And she isn't the only one. Sheesh! Try being omnipresent, just for a second. It sucks.
Anyway, it's now Tuesday, my official day off. I just wanted to brag that I've officially signed up for that month of literary mischief.
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http://misia.livejournal.com/1031426.html
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The only thing I saw in the rules that I raised an eyebrow over was the copywrited material when they mentioned copywrited universes. Since our own universe has been in a billion cajillion books, doesn't ours qualify as a copywrited universe?
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So yes, SquirrelyGirl, I will write about the serial dreams. Not today, though, and probably not tomorrow, but very soon. It's a promise.
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Now, it is just a matter of convincing the rest of the universe that I am awesome and therefore worthy of great things.
Wishing you all the best in your writing...may the words flow freely and may they look as good at second glance as they do at first blush.
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