I have planned to set Thursday evenings aside for research, review and revision of the written material. Tonight is the first night. I plan to reread as much of NaNoWriMo 2005 as possible. At 7:00 I have a meeting with my writing partner. I'll also grab supper while I am out, so I don't have to worry about food and can concentrate on the task at ( Read more... )

Here's the text of the short story I wrote that was read on 1001 Nights Cast this morning. I extracted it from this year's abandonned NaNoWriMo novel. ( Read more... )

Yesterday amidst preoccupation, I remembered, and felt a moment of sublime happiness that I had decided to drop NaNoWriMo.

In this morning's pages, I prompted myself to describe something that happened last night: nothing particularly memorable, just a pleasant time spent with friends. After dashing off a few sentences, I recoiled from the effort ( Read more... )

I've been stressing over NaNoWriMo, and this morning I realized why. I sat down at my desk, opened the notebook ready to write, and fireworks burst across the empty page. They were my feelings. The problem is I've been concentrating on the novel and neglecting myself. I hadn't written morning pages since October 18.

I didn't write anything just ( Read more... )

It was snowing a few minutes ago. Such fleecy flakes are hard to hate. I cave into the craving for comfort foods: bowls of Asian noodle soup mix for lunch, mugs of hot chocolate to accompany my morning writing.

It feels like some external force has taken control of my life, but benevolent and not oppressive. I am carried along by NaNoWriMo, social ( Read more... )

On the way home from OOTS, I stopped at Business Depot to pick up a new 400-page spiral-bound notebook. This year I intend to tackle National Novel Writing Month in handwriting. At an average 190 words per page, I need to fill about two-thirds of it. It's an exercise in lubricating the creative engine. And I'll keep the bottle of glycosamine ( Read more... )

Been so busy lately, I really needed a down day. So my brain played solitaire, and my body just curled here like a cat in the chair. The time change is toying with my endocrine system. For the first time in weeks I felt free-floating anxiety: that prickling sensation. It's only my body. I didn't get sucked in. Didn't feel like talking to people. ( Read more... )