I received an email today, referring to the "Camp NaNoWriMo" thing that the crazy Office of Letters and Light folks are doing to make NaNo more accessible throughout the year. On a whim, I decided to log into my account on the site, which I hadn't looked at since failing miserably in November of last year for the third time in a row. Yes, step one ( Read more... )

Realizations come along piece by piece, but there's always one moment of clarity when all of the bits are arranged by the inertia of events, or idle shuffling of thoughts. There was such a moment some time ago, as I sat with my family in a tent which was our dining room that particular summer weekend: I was asked a question, the exact verbiage of ( Read more... )

I still have an entire month and a half to come up with a valid plot idea for NaNo 2010. But if I don’t get started now, it will never happen. Unless it comes to me at the last minute. Chances are, that will only happen if I’m trying and failing the entire time up until then, so that the “last minute” coincides with my giving up hope ( Read more... )

Restore from a saved draft, it asks me? It brings back the blank slate that I left here last time I thought I was going to post, but didn't. It asks me that a lot. I say yes every time. Nothing appears. Which is unfortunate, because I could use some inspiration; it's not easy to start from scratch. Well, I guess I'm technically not starting from ( Read more... )

had I never trained not to overthink it, this'd be painful ( Read more... )

it's is a place which shouldn't be familiar, but is. everyone there was grave and either well dressed or hardly presentable. by comparison to most I felt like I had little to fear; I committed no real crime aside from simply not showing up in the right place at the right time which didn't actually hurt anyone or cause any trouble aside from a few ( Read more... )