This Isht Is Bananas

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!




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!



The Treachery Of NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is officially underway. As I have done the past 3 years, I have signed up and committed to doing the work to write a novel (or at least log 50, 000 words within the 30 day period).

I am a writer. I write.

And yet, every year something happens when I sign up for NaNoWriMo--I choke. Or I fall in to the mode of being incredibly intimidated by 50,000 words.

That's why the smart folks at NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org) break it down in to bite size chunks.

Write 1500 words a day. For 30 days. Throw some sprints in there. And some days where you do more and by simple mathematics (not common core), you will hit 50,000 words.

So...as I mentioned, I always signed up for it.

I never logged one single word. I never came up with a title. A concept. Hell, I never even uploaded a bio-pic.

This year was--IS--different. This year I fell in to a really kick ass group of writers that decided to take me in to their fold (no, it's true...I'll probably even get a bio on the web site soon). And through their guidance and inspiration, I have taken the plunge of doing NaNoWriMo again this year.

And guess what?

I wrote.

Today was Day 1 and I just updated my word counter with what I worked on today. 1,585 words. I have a novel title (inspired by a previous blog post), and a cover.

This is the year I kick NaNoWriMo's ass. But more importantly, this is the year that I just fucking write.

Because that's what a writer does.

They write.

And I'm a writer, by god.

The novel is called "The Treachery of Rainbows." You might recognize the cover:

And below is my Bio that might make it up to the web site:

Andrew Todd

Eschewing societal norms of what makes a writer successful, Andrew has happily wandered down the path of writing for one simple reason; It’s cheaper than therapy.  He also writes for the sheer joy of taking someone along for the crazy ride navigating the waters of that which normally floats around in his head. Two simple reasons. He writes for two simple reasons. The third of the two simple reasons being a long bloodline stemming back to the Emerald Isle, where storytelling is as much a part of life as breathing. And who doesn’t like to breathe? Following a self prescribed path of the Way of the Twisted Zen, you can find his current work and words in the blogosphere where he is espousing on the joys of Cooking For One (http://randomtzp.blogspot.com)

And now, this writer is off to check on his laundry, because although I have no problem writing naked, going to my day job naked is generally frowned upon.

Have a kick ass evening...and don't waste another day deciding whether or not to follow your passion--it won't wait around forever.


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