Nano Journal
To doubly torture myself (and keep focused) I've decided to write a NaNo journal. Just a few words each day for anything I might be thinking about or want to remember when I relive this experience in my head later. This place seemed as good as any for some future self-torture. =p
I'd meant to write them at the end of the day as a sort of decompress but so far each one has been written while I wait for my laptop to boot up right before my morning writing session and are about the day before. Can't I do anything the right way?
DAY3: Good Morning Tuesday! It's a little too soon to be jubilant but I would be lying to say I wasn't feeling very up and more than hopeful about this whole thing. None of my doubts have washed away, I am eternally in their squeezed fist, but my plan is working. I am writing every day and just doing that is sustaining me. Oh not because any of it is good, it can't be or at least I can't be thinking about that right now. What's bringing me joy is knowing that it's crap and not feeling the embarrassment and shame of producing it; knowing it's crap and being happy to get the story out of my head regardless.
Word counts: Day 1 (1966) Day 2 (2422)
DAY4: Tuesday started really well and ended very nice. The word count has increased each day and I find myself looking forward to the next scheduled writing session. I wonder if actually scheduling my writing times is making the difference this year. It's all giddiness at this point. Probably, I think I am writing this down for when the dark times come next week and I wonder why I even started this damn this again. I want to record a measure of the joy so my depressive self doesn't forget entirely. It can be done! And now on to Wednesday.
Word count: Day 3 (2655) Day Four (1035)
DAY5: Wednesday was a slower day. Just over 1000 words in the morning and then no writing at all for the rest of the day. I was tired and didn't want to push so I caught up on some of the stuff clogging my DVR and a show about Steven Hawking and his obsession with black holes. It turns out black holes aren't the universe destroyers that I'd grown up understanding them to be. Nor are they trippy portals to an alternate dimension like in Disney's The Black Hole, but I guess I already knew that (can we have the robots though please?). More likely is that they are giant engines of universal creation, big bang in miniature. I was so glad that I stuck around long enough for that plot payoff. It's hard to watch live TV these days. The urge to go channel surfing every time commercials pop up is very hard to resist.
Right now (this moment) I am sitting waiting for one of my "writing" tables to open up at Boulevard Coffee. If any of you are ever in Sacramento, I'll take you for a cup there. Best coffee in town (by a long shot).
I'd meant to write them at the end of the day as a sort of decompress but so far each one has been written while I wait for my laptop to boot up right before my morning writing session and are about the day before. Can't I do anything the right way?
DAY3: Good Morning Tuesday! It's a little too soon to be jubilant but I would be lying to say I wasn't feeling very up and more than hopeful about this whole thing. None of my doubts have washed away, I am eternally in their squeezed fist, but my plan is working. I am writing every day and just doing that is sustaining me. Oh not because any of it is good, it can't be or at least I can't be thinking about that right now. What's bringing me joy is knowing that it's crap and not feeling the embarrassment and shame of producing it; knowing it's crap and being happy to get the story out of my head regardless.
Word counts: Day 1 (1966) Day 2 (2422)
DAY4: Tuesday started really well and ended very nice. The word count has increased each day and I find myself looking forward to the next scheduled writing session. I wonder if actually scheduling my writing times is making the difference this year. It's all giddiness at this point. Probably, I think I am writing this down for when the dark times come next week and I wonder why I even started this damn this again. I want to record a measure of the joy so my depressive self doesn't forget entirely. It can be done! And now on to Wednesday.
Word count: Day 3 (2655) Day Four (1035)
DAY5: Wednesday was a slower day. Just over 1000 words in the morning and then no writing at all for the rest of the day. I was tired and didn't want to push so I caught up on some of the stuff clogging my DVR and a show about Steven Hawking and his obsession with black holes. It turns out black holes aren't the universe destroyers that I'd grown up understanding them to be. Nor are they trippy portals to an alternate dimension like in Disney's The Black Hole, but I guess I already knew that (can we have the robots though please?). More likely is that they are giant engines of universal creation, big bang in miniature. I was so glad that I stuck around long enough for that plot payoff. It's hard to watch live TV these days. The urge to go channel surfing every time commercials pop up is very hard to resist.
Right now (this moment) I am sitting waiting for one of my "writing" tables to open up at Boulevard Coffee. If any of you are ever in Sacramento, I'll take you for a cup there. Best coffee in town (by a long shot).