Ok...first off, let me just say that I'm a little sad that anytime now I want to say or spell the word 'bananas,' Gwen Stefani floods my brain and any conversation about bananas has me saying "I ain't no holla back girl" either in my head or aloud.
That shit truly is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
See? There we go again.
Another 1700 words logged this morning toward my novel for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I am now at almost 9000 words and have written consistently for 5 days. I know there are 25 days left in the month, but I have to say that I have a very good feeling about this.
I got up yesterday morning and pounded out 1700 words. This morning I got up and hit about 1800. This puts me a little ahead of where I need to be (or on target, not quite sure which). Actually, according to my math, I'm about 300 words ahead of where I need to be. Not enough to take a day off, but enough to feel that I am still making serious progress.
It's crazy. I have always considered myself a 'writer' per se. But doing NaNoWriMo this year, and actually writing has sparked something in me.
There was a time in 1999/2000, when I had a book that had to come out. I had my laptop at work and wrote whenever possible (sometimes instead of doing my work). The writing took over. The story had to come out.
This book is the same way. It's something that I'm fully vested in at this point. I have a real need to see what happens to these characters that I have been introduced to these past 5 days.
I think that the writing in the morning works out better for me, if I can keep up that schedule. There's something about waking up, not having ANY interaction with anyone and sitting down to write. There's a purity there I think that hasn't been sullied by any of the bullshit that I face throughout the day.
The funny thing is, before I went to bed last night, I was faced with a real dilemma. I had seen some more of the "movie in my head" and had to weigh the merits of staying up to bang out some more words or getting enough sleep that I could wake up early enough to do the writing.
In the end, sleeping and waking up early won out over staying up. And it's probably better that way. I think that my brain works out parts of the story when I'm asleep and it's easier for me to be the conduit when I first wake up.
Alright...that's about all I have for now. I need to go get ready to go to work. My job, that is. The one that pays the bills, that is. Not the one that feeds my soul.
I'm hoping to knock out some serious writing on the farm this weekend.
And with that, I bid you an awesomesauce day my friends!
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