It is the third day of November.
I voted today as I do whenever the opportunity arises.
I worked today-as I do whenever the need arises (usually five or six days a week).
And for the third day in a row, I wrote.
I mean, yeah, I write often. In my blog. In my journal. In my underwear (what--you didn't think I bought them with my name already Sharpied on the tag, did you?!?).
For the third day in a row, I wrote with a focused goal--to write a novel. This year, like years passed, I signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I don't think it is a coincidence that it is the same month as No Shave Movember, but that's just me. So...yeah. I signed up again this year. And forgive me if you've read this story before, but I'm just so pumped about it.
Back in September I --wait. I need to rewind a bit. Back in the summer, I was at the engagement party of a couple of good friends of mine. One of the friends of the bride to be made the most awesome cakes and confections. Her husband turns out to be this author guy. I mean, I sorta figured it out when he talked about trends happening in the publishing industry. But funny thing is, we didn't really talk about it until they were packing up to leave.
He alluded to this mythical writing group that met twice a month and if an intergalactic evil threatened, they would all take to their hidden Lions and form Voltron to save the earth. Or something like that. I mentioned that I could really use something like that to kick start my writing and take it to the next level. Because expecting someone to stumble upon my blog (awesome though it may be) and expecting them to offer me a publishing deal is akin to singing karaoke and expecting a record producer to discover you.
So...that was sometime during the summer. And in September I finally went to one of the meetings.
And it was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Sarcasm. Wit. But more importantly a general desire to talk about writing, share tips with noobs (like me), and basically not be douches.
*full disclosure, everything prior to this was written last night. Everything that follows was written today--not that it really matters*
I have been to several meetings now of Creative Minds Columbus and I would have to say while my writing may or may not have elevated, my belief in my writing has grown exponentially.
You see, I am what is known in writing circles as a "Pantser." When I sit down to write, I don't have a plan. I don't have an outline. Hell, most of the time I don't have an idea at all about what I am going to write until pen hits paper or my fingers start dancing on the keys.
When I write, at least with fiction, I am not really creating a story as much as I am describing a movie that I'm watching in my head. In most cases, it's a movie that I'm watching for the first time. I don't really know how it's going to wind up. Somewhere along the way, as I'm writing, the ending for the movie might pop in to my head and that seems to guide the story somewhat, but not always. Again it's like watching a movie. When I'm at the theater, I sometimes think I know what the end is going to be, but then in a M.Night Shamalamadingdong twist, the end changes. I'm always up for that happening in my stories too (and it often does).
The blog is a little different. When I write these, I really just feel like I'm hanging out with friends, shooting the shit.
So...right. Back to CMC. After the third meeting or so, I guess I'm fully welcomed in to the fold because they asked me for a head shot and an Author bio to put up on the site. Some of the peeps in the group have well established fan bases and are really kicking the llama's ass out of this writing thing. There's usually a second or two in each meeting where I think I'm going to be outed, like they're going to figure out that they made a mistake and who the fuck let this blogger in our real writer's group.
But I don't necessarily feel that anymore.
I've been doing the National Novel Writing Month for 4 or 5 years now. And by 'doing' I mean that I have signed up for it. Every year. And every year I right a grand total of jack shit.
It's day 4 of NaNoWriMo this month.
And I'm at 6800 fly by the seat of my fothermucking pants words.
This Novel is happening.
I'm fully vested in this movie.
In short, boys and girls, I'm writing.
And holy hell does it feel good.
Have a fantastic day my friends. And let me tell you, it's never too late to dust of those dreams--get to it!
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