Oh my goodness! I can not believe my writing block has burst into a millions of pieces. The creative juices are boiling in my brain. I just have to keep putting it on paper. Which I hate. Lazy writer here. I wish I could put a wand to my head like Albus Dumbledor and pull out my stories. I have no idea at the moment the point of this new story. Conflict? No idea. Which is good. Finding out is the fun part.
Write everyday. Even if it’s one word. Make it a profound one.
Had a meeting first thing this morning. So glad I bought coffee or I would have closed both eyes and fallen to sleep. While the Charlie Brown teacher spoke I contemplated my employment options. It came down to one comparison. Money vs. Happiness. I’ll be 39 this month. Fuck it all. I’m ready to be happy. Problem is I have no idea what to do or how to do it. So, I look to my passions: Writing, music, and art. Sounds rich to me. Opportunity can be fearful. And taking chances…pop a prozac please! Oh the anxiety. I do not want to start going back and forth right now so I will close with this. I want to fall in love again with my passions. I want to give over so much of myself that I achieve zen. I want to write like I’m feelin on a woman. I want to make love to my music and make art that would turn you on. So begins my journey. Peace.
Guess what I am doing? I’m surfing the web like I have nothing else to do. Why? Because I finished my novel. A great weight of urgency gone from my chest. I can now breathe. Writing the novel was a wonderful experience. My mind really opened itself up. Especially during the times it became difficulty to get the words out. My wife said she found a really nice notebook for me to store my novel. Just adorable. Lucky to be alive. In the meantime, I will be catching up on my Star Trek. Congratulations to those who reached the 50K mark!
Stardate 11222012 (lol)
I am typing and I do not feel like it. I told myself that I would write more. Or better yet, every day. I’m doing it now so I should go easy on myself. I have been looking for a journal online and could not decide if I wanted to have one that was online only or portable or also downloadable on my laptop. Well, I now have Evernote. It has all the functions I need. Oh damn. I am listening to Kenny Dope “The Bomb. These Sounds Falling Through My Mind.” Can you believe it is a 15 minute song? That is crazy, but guess what? I am going to listen to the whole thing. Anyway, back to my journal search. I have Evernote for over a year and figured hey why not just use that. So I did and I am. I can post links, work on my phone, and it has great voice recognition when I have those days where I just have to speak it out and speak it loud.
I’m going to the mountains this weekend after seeing my side of the family. I just want to eat their food and come home. I’m just being honest. They have the best food in the world. Thanksgiving with soul.
I need to cut my nails so I can paint them black.
This song is really 15 minutes long. It is still going. Who would need a song that is 15 minutes long? It is so long, I don’t know when it would be appropriate to end. When would it stop? I don’t know if I can listen to the rest of this song. Now it just sounds predatory and imposing.
Why isn’t “Predatorial” a word in the freaking dictionary! I petition (not) “Predatorial” be added immediately.
I had coke this morning for breakfast. My wife did not make coffee. That made me angry.
I like how on Star Trek: The Next Generation or actually this happens in all of them, when Picard goes “Star Date blah, blah, blah.” He doesn’t actually say “blah, blah, blah”, by the way do you know how hard it is to type “blah, blah, blah” fast? Anyhow, I always thought about starting my entries like that. Why? Because it’s chic. To me it is. If it gets old then you will have to resume to checking your own calendars to figure out what date it is.
I only took half my meds today. I’ll do better tomorrow.
When cuddling with my wife one arm is never free enough so I have to learn how to type one handedly. Now how is “handedly” a word and not “predatorial”? This type of shit pissses me off.
Sitting at Panera’s Bread trying for the first time onion soup. I hope it’s good. I need something to give me a boost for today. I only have my phone so I have half an hour before my meeting to get some words down for my book. Then tonight it’s on like Donkey Kong. Signing out until then. Happy writing.
It’s 1am and I am wide awake. What is keeping me awake? Nanowrimo. I am now obsessed with writing my story. I forced myself to bed to get rest. Terrible headache. I still have it. It makes it hard to write. So I’m under my covers writing a blog post. I think I’m stressing out as well. I have a lot to do tomorrow and all I want to do is write. I’ve ignored the dishes, laundry and bathing my dog. I believe it will get worse by mid November. By the end of the month my house will look like a hoarder’s house and I’ll be sleeping on a cat piss covered mattress on the floor but guess what? I’ll have my novel finished. Or at least hit 50,000 word. Oh my goodness. I think sandman has finally sprinkled sand in my eyes. Is sleep really going to happen? Zzzz. Goodnight writers.
Okay boys and girls it is time for Nanowrimo and I am ready to write. It is Halloween night, the candy has been giving out I’m on my second beer. I’m eating grapes and I hope my headache don’t come back. Did I do outline? Not really. I did do an assload of scenes. I’m very happy about that because at least I know what’s going on for my story. least I got somewhere to start for my story. Now the question is am I going to start writing tonight at midnight or will I wait until tomorrow to write it. It depends on how drunk I get and if I pass out or how drunk I get and if I can write. I don’t know. We’ll see but I do want to wish everyone a Happy Halloween. Eat lots of candy and have a sugar fix. Enjoy yourself take care.
Well, I worked on my outline and I have good news and bad news. The good news is I work them outline. Bad news is I didn’t get very far. But no worries because I have something on paper. I have an idea of where things are going. My only concern is I hope that I had enough meat for the story. But I’m very positive that I can put out a lot this year. I have some things cooking in my head and I’m eager to put it down on paper. How about you? Are you working on an outline? How far have you gone on your outline? Let’s stick together, we could do this. I still consider myself a newbie even though I have been doing Nanowrimo for 4 years. So tell me what are your thoughts on how you write your novel. Outline or no outline? Take care and happy writing.
Nanowrimo is literally around the corner and I am stoked.
So stocked that I am having brain explosions. I’m like a boneless puppet getting her strings violently jerked around. Am I excited or is my anxiety heighten thus causing my Tourette’s to go crazy??? I say Yes to both! How am I dealing? How the fuck should I know. I can’t focus long enough to figure it out. Everyone in my head has an idea and they all want their turn to scream in the microphone. I was lucid enough to go to the store today and buy a couple of items for my NaNoWrimo Prep. I picked up a pack of pens, cue cards, post its, paperclips and Scotch tape. Why tape? I don’t know. It felt like a good idea at the time. Someone in my head wanted it so they got. When I use it I’ll let you know why.
I’ve been working on my outline all day. It hurt. It was painstakingly tedious but necessary. It will help me focus when it is time to write. This shit better work.