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Category Archives: NaBloPoMo
10,380 Words
That’s how far behind I am in NaNoWriMo.
NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month – is kicking my butt this year. No, that’s not true. I’m kicking my own butt this year.
I was doing great, hitting my word targets until day 13, but then, on day 14 I didn’t. I haven’t gotten back up to the target number since, falling further and further behind.
What I haven’t done, though, is give up. Every single day I’ve written SOMETHING, and every single day I’ve updated my word count. It may be going up a little more slowly than I’d like, but I’m happy with the knowledge that: 1. it’s still going up, and 2. it’s going up at a rate that is far faster than if I weren’t doing NaNoWriMo.
I have a long weekend coming up. I’m hopeful that somehow I’ll be able to crank out several thousand words, and maybe, if I’m lucky, catch up.
Whether I do or not, I’m still pleased with what I’ve accomplished so far. I’m nearly 30,000 words into a new Young Adult murder mystery set in both the present and old time New Orleans. It’s a far different story than I set out to write, but it’s the story that must be written.
Now, off to my day job, then onward toward victory!
Found on an Old Flash Drive (2012)
It used to be easy
Sitting down at the keyboard and just letting the words come
Often I wouldn’t know what I was writing about until the words took some form
Some shape of their own
Their own direction
I could let them spill out of my fingertips into my computer
and they would appear
before my eyes
Did I write this?
Are these really my thoughts?
Do I believe all of these ideas? These sentiments?
Yes, I suppose I do.
They don’t come from my head
They come from my heart
Or my soul
My spirit
Or maybe just from my fingertips
Do my fingertips have something to say?
Some deep message that they need me to hear?
Maybe they wish to be my guide
Maybe they are in revolt
Thinking that the brain and the heart and the soul have all had their turns
at guiding me
Have all had their turns
at leading me astray
So why not their turn?
Why not let them try?
See what they say
See if they make any more or less sense than the other parts of me
who have all had a go at helping me to make decisions in my life
So here I sit
Prisoner to the thoughts and ideas
That simply flow through my fingers
Not in charge of anything
Just going along for the ride
and waiting to see
what those knowing hands
have to teach me
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