Goodness, time is moving quickly. Normally, I would be going at a good pace for a normal month, but at 13,000 words, I am behind. And I know from some of your wonderful messages, that many are feeling the same. Last month was busy, and now I am in the process of very, very slowly … More NaNoWriMo Tips: Write in the Cracks
October was a wild ride, and this ending feels hard won. There was the loss of irowboat's cat Felix, the win of the NaNoWriMo post, the daily life in-betweens of it all, and working in the words wherever they fit. The anticipation of November has hung on us all heavily, and today it is here. … More Ten Down, Three to Go! With other thoughts.
I know that this is the gear-up month for NaNo, and this is probably not the headline many are looking for. I also know that I didn't blog yesterday, despite promising to post every day this month. I didn't write at all, in fact. Because something more important was happening. Well, two things. One was … More Sometimes Writing Isn’t Important
Goals are important. Sticking to them is even more important. I have not been blogging, and for that I am sorry, life is still churning me about and giving me a little too much to do with my brain and my time and leaves me with precious little at the end of the day to … More The 30,000 Word Stall, or, so lost I know I’m on the right path.
I will have the promised post on getting and pushing past being stuck soon. But today, I want to talk about something else. Leaning into the fear. This year, I have unearthed more about myself than I knew was there to discover. As I have expressed before, writing this hard and fast doesn't leave any … More Leaning into Fear
Day Fifteen: 13,871 of 50,000 Hey guys. I’m still sick. I can’t believe it. I keep thinking that any day now, I’ll wake up and have energy again, will be able to go for a few hours without feeling like I’m not going to fall over. I don’t know about any of you, but when … More Still Sick and Scaling Back
Honestly, if Monty Python came by my house this weekend with their death wagon, I might have gone ahead and thrust myself on the top and begged to be put out of my mystery. What misery I was vaguely aware of through a fever of 103° F, anyway. I was unlucky enough to come to … More A Brief Update (aka I’m Not Dead Yet)
Well, hello. I know, I know. I kinda disappeared for a few days. Oh a week? Ok then, I disappeared for a week. Funny, I thought that getting my novel done so fast might free up some time and attention for things like blogging, but that time and attention has gone into things like sleep, … More Getting Back to Writing
Day Four: 0 of 50,000 No, I’m afraid that word count isn’t a typo or an oversight. I’ve written nothing on the new book so far. I’m sick. I have an excuse. I’m afraid I’ve come down with a cold. A torrential, horrible kill-me-now-or-at-least-knock-me-out cold. And if you haven’t guessed, I’m a baby about being … More In Which the Writer Has a Cold
Day Twelve: 19,205 0f 50,000 words You know the feeling. It was a long week and you are tired. It’s the weekend. You sit down and know you should write something. There’s laundry to do, dishes. You really should sew that button back on your coat so you look as chic as the girl in … More Whining and Words and Misery (Oh my!)