October Goodness
So October is here, and I suddenly want a pumpkin beer. Huh. And, I want to drink a beer while cooking. Clearly, someone has hacked into my account, because this doesn't sound like me. Cooking? Really?
Anyway, no one said I don't enjoy cooking, but they haven't said I'm very good at it, either. At least nothing has ever caught fire when I've cooked. That's gotta be a good sign, right?
Moving right along. My original reason for writing is simply to point out that NaNoWrimo fast approaches. This brings with it a sense of excitement and panic. Last year I didn't even halfheartedly attempt to participate. This time, I'm going to throw myself into it.
So I'm going to really get into the planning part of it this month. I'm going to study art again, as my protagonist is an art major. I'm going to read about astronomy for similar reasons, and because I've always wanted to anyway. And I'm to obsess over getting to know my characters better than some of my friends. That way they don't have a problem coming alive for me as I write. I've done that fairly well with my protagonist. I've even gone as far as to fill out a questionnaire that gets to know her.
Now I've got to do that with the other major characters, and then I'll feel much better about being prepared. I'll feel quite a bit better once I've done a detailed outline of the chapters. Not all of them, as I don't want to know the ending to my novel yet, but at least the first few.
So between birthdays, Orlando trips, and Halloween, I've got to plan it all out. And I should probably focus on getting projects done and out of the way so I don't have to worry about anything except work and writing in November. I guess this is one of those times when I can be grateful about not having kids or even a significant other to worry about. This way I don't have to do the whole warning/explanation of why I'm going to do pull a disappearing act on them for the month.
I'm going to get this novel written and win NaNoWrimo this year. I'm feeling pretty determined. In the meantime though, I'm going to find something to eat. All this talk of cooking and fervent novel planning has made me hungry. Too bad I can't have the beer, too, but somehow I doubt my boss would be pleased with my sneaking a beer into Cubeland.
Anyway, no one said I don't enjoy cooking, but they haven't said I'm very good at it, either. At least nothing has ever caught fire when I've cooked. That's gotta be a good sign, right?
Moving right along. My original reason for writing is simply to point out that NaNoWrimo fast approaches. This brings with it a sense of excitement and panic. Last year I didn't even halfheartedly attempt to participate. This time, I'm going to throw myself into it.
So I'm going to really get into the planning part of it this month. I'm going to study art again, as my protagonist is an art major. I'm going to read about astronomy for similar reasons, and because I've always wanted to anyway. And I'm to obsess over getting to know my characters better than some of my friends. That way they don't have a problem coming alive for me as I write. I've done that fairly well with my protagonist. I've even gone as far as to fill out a questionnaire that gets to know her.
Now I've got to do that with the other major characters, and then I'll feel much better about being prepared. I'll feel quite a bit better once I've done a detailed outline of the chapters. Not all of them, as I don't want to know the ending to my novel yet, but at least the first few.
So between birthdays, Orlando trips, and Halloween, I've got to plan it all out. And I should probably focus on getting projects done and out of the way so I don't have to worry about anything except work and writing in November. I guess this is one of those times when I can be grateful about not having kids or even a significant other to worry about. This way I don't have to do the whole warning/explanation of why I'm going to do pull a disappearing act on them for the month.
I'm going to get this novel written and win NaNoWrimo this year. I'm feeling pretty determined. In the meantime though, I'm going to find something to eat. All this talk of cooking and fervent novel planning has made me hungry. Too bad I can't have the beer, too, but somehow I doubt my boss would be pleased with my sneaking a beer into Cubeland.