Novel


Knowing today is my 3 year anniversary with Old Man Bobby, and I probably won’t get any writing done, I wrote last night after midnight. I have 912 words to show for my first NaNoWriMO venture. The website seems to be having some technical difficulty right now (VERY frustrating!), so I haven’t posted my word count. It’ll be fun to do that for the first time.

Happy Anniversary, Old Man!

Happy All Saints Day, to you Cathaholics out there!

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Apologies to my fans, both of them, for not being around much lately. Work has been crazy. Not the kind of crazy that makes for days that fly by either. Crazy as in crazy low morale that has everyone watching the clock. Not good. I’d give you the scoop but aren’t people getting fired over that sort of thing these days? Let’s talk about something more positive: NaNoWriMo. I’m still excited, but now that it’s less than a week away, I’m also nervous. I’ve got a case of the What Ifs. What if I can’t write three pages a day? What if I don’t write one day and then can’t manage six pages the next day? What if I’ve been thinking about this book for all this time, and taken all these notes, and I can’t get 90 pages written in 30 days? Worst of all, what if this is a huge demotivator for me, and I give up?

That can’t happen, right? It just can’t! This is the one I’ve been waiting for, I think. Of course I’ve never really written anything, so I can’t be sure, but I finally have characters of my own that I’m in love with. I wake up thinking about them. I actually found myself daydreaming about them while reading Twilight last night. I really want to tell their story…I just have no idea how.

I went to my first NaNoWriMo meeting today. Well, yesterday, I guess, since it’s after midnight. Rosa, you are an excellent host. Your excitement is contagious. I had a lot of fun. It’s odd, but I feel both more nervous and more relaxed about it all. I don’t know if I can explain that…

I guess I’m more nervous because I didn’t realize how hard it is for me to talk about my book, even though I talk to Old Man Bobby about it all the time. I wonder how I can possibly write about it and hope to publish it for the world when I have a hard time talk about it amongst friends. Side note: Old Man Bobby has been really great about the endless games of Ask Me About My Book, and has really helped me flesh things out. On the flip side, I’m more relaxed knowing that you all aren’t uber-writers and some of you aren’t sure what you’re going to write about yet. I have my subject, and lots of notes. I just don’t have the confidence to say Yes I Can to writing 50,000 words in a month.

 

A friend of mine from The Game Depot introduced me to National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, which is celebrating, as they put it, “10 years of Literary Abandon.” I’m in, my friend! I’ve officially signed up as of tonight. I figure if I don’t do it I’ll always wonder. To my family, this is my GarveyStrong moment of the year. I’m going to step outside my comfort zone and attempt to write 50,000 words during the month of November. My friend assures me this is approximately 3 pages a day. A few of you are writing books of your own. If you’d like to join me, check out the FAQ.

I’m so depressed that I have to work tomorrow. I’ve had a week off, and for once was not travelling. How relaxing. It felt like I was living my real life 24/7. Mind you, I don’t have a career or a calling; I have a job. I sell 40+ hours of my time each week so I can “eat and sleep indoors,” as my mother says. Having a job is exhausting. It’s work. I’m definitely not living by the “Find something that you love to do and never work a day in your life” motto. Why is this? I’ve wondered that since I joined the workforce. This is supposed to be my main responsibility in life. Gotta work. Gotta pay bills. Why does it seem like such a huge waste of time, then? I can only assume it’s because it’s not my calling. Entertainment in some form is clearly my calling. I love movies. I love books. I love books that get made into movies. I’ve even loved some movies that got made into books. So my week off taught me that I really need to get writing, you know, so that I can live in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed. But for now I must go to bed. Work in the morning. Heavy sigh.

I’ve gotten lots of notes down this weekend, and even wrote a scene. This is huge for me. I’ve been kicking around ideas for a couple of years now, but lacked the inspiration. Now the ideas are really coming fast and furious. It’s fun, and I’m so grateful for this gift.

You’re an amazing friend, and I love you. Not only have you flat out refused to get angry with me as I’ve retreated to Forks this past month (immediately after two weeks of being apart while I travelled), but you’ve been incredibly supportive of my own writing. I’m so excited about how my novel is shaping up, and you’ve been there to share your thoughts and help me flesh out my vampires, and werewolves, and witches. Oh my! Yep, I’m that tired. Anyway, thanks for the advice and the constructive criticism, and most of all, for being excited for me.

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