random thoughs
I'm feeling out of sorts today. Like a synapse is firing weird. I'm not sure if I'm overly conscious of being socially inept, or just overly socially inept. I just feel like I've spent the day stepping on everybody's toes that I've interacted with.
I will have a car soon. That should be more exciting than it is.
I am very anxious lately and have a lot on my mind. Mostly keeping track of things going on.
I think the trouble I have with my Nano is that I want so desperately to write something realistic. I want my characters to be believable and I want things to happen to them that the reader will care about. What I've got is something more along the lines of Napoleon Dynamite-entertaining at best, but filled with a series of ridiculous moments and characters in such a way that I don't identify with them except through their mannerisms. Well, more than that but certainly not deeply. I think I identify with Viv's Nano, for example, not because she is telling my story, but because she is touching on a facet of life that I've experienced. I feel like her story has a...humanity, if you will. Mine is just silly.
This, I think, is why I keep slipping into MCII territory. I see The Hours and my nano suddenly seems so bland, so unreal. It's a silly trifle.
I suppose at the heart of it, I just want to write a classic, like Viv does.
Good thing my inner editor can be muffled. And good thing I don't want to eat tamarind candy.
I actually don't remember the candy at all, incidentally. So I'm making it out to be as horrifying as possible. Yay using the failings of the human memory to inspire scare tactics to finish my Nano.
I will have a car soon. That should be more exciting than it is.
I am very anxious lately and have a lot on my mind. Mostly keeping track of things going on.
I think the trouble I have with my Nano is that I want so desperately to write something realistic. I want my characters to be believable and I want things to happen to them that the reader will care about. What I've got is something more along the lines of Napoleon Dynamite-entertaining at best, but filled with a series of ridiculous moments and characters in such a way that I don't identify with them except through their mannerisms. Well, more than that but certainly not deeply. I think I identify with Viv's Nano, for example, not because she is telling my story, but because she is touching on a facet of life that I've experienced. I feel like her story has a...humanity, if you will. Mine is just silly.
This, I think, is why I keep slipping into MCII territory. I see The Hours and my nano suddenly seems so bland, so unreal. It's a silly trifle.
I suppose at the heart of it, I just want to write a classic, like Viv does.
Good thing my inner editor can be muffled. And good thing I don't want to eat tamarind candy.
I actually don't remember the candy at all, incidentally. So I'm making it out to be as horrifying as possible. Yay using the failings of the human memory to inspire scare tactics to finish my Nano.