Stories are life. Read some, write some, be some.
Get your novel on! Is this your year? It might be -- why not give it a shot? You don'need a lot to get started, and then, once you're started, just keep on going.
In case you are wondering whatNaNoWriMo
is, take a look at their site.
If you like to have a lot of resources, check outthis post
. It leads to other posts, gives a lot of guidance, in case you like that sort of thing.
But if you don't like a lot of guidance, then you can just start with a character who really, really wants something, but is blocked from getting it.
Sewing machines hate me.
I decided this years ago, many many years ago, like in junior high school when I was taking home ec and the machine at home kept snarling up on me, the tension messing up continually, the seams often looking like strings of beads.
Indeed, strings of all sorts snarl up just looking at me, making knots and splitting and losing their ends when they see me coming. I took up knitting when I was 9 to thwart this, but so far, no dice. Still knots and snarls. I have embroidered, made a crewel giraffe (yeah, that's crewel, not cruel, though the thread was cruel at times) and a dragon or two and an awesome purple catfish on burlap.
I wrote on the htp://www.oneword.com
word of the day again today. I think it turned out well. I wrote:
These things that they do, I can’t understand them. They eat with their fingers, they take food from each others’ plates. I don’t think they know what napkins are for. I just do my best to eat, to have enough peace to digest, but it’s difficult, living with such primitives. Children aren’t what I thought they’d be.
The path is long and climbs
Through woods I hate to see.
And yet I go there constantly,
Symptom of who I hate to be.
In slow-motion I walk along
Knowing where the thing will lead.
The walking is more tolerable
Than not walking it would be.
I'm isolated on this path,
Though others have been here.
I search the path for company,
A response that I will never see.
Walking on this path
Provides me time to think.
And yet the sounds of it
Prevent all thought and peace.
I climb this lonely path of mine,
Symptom of who I hate to be.
Not that I'm old! I'm not very old. But my back and my knees are old, and my get up and go got up and went. Inside, I'm still 17.
But spring is going to come again, I know it by the calendar, and the lengthening of days. I know it by the sunshine that heats up the area by the patio door, even though when I open that door and step outisde to enjoy the sunshine, I still wish for at least a sweater. There was snow on the ground again this morning. But spring will come.
And yesterday I did the thing that I sometimes do in the spring--I ordered seeds.
I've been going to a class called Practice, Practice, Practice atArtEast
in Issaquah, Just for fun, I'm going to post a poetic piece I wrote from a prompt we got in class that only said, "If we ran into each other one day, what would you ask me?" I immediately pictured a couple of high school friends who hadn't talked in years.
* * *
Are you still, did you ever,
Oh how to say it?
What about him? What did you do about him?
Oh, I know it's none of my business, but I was there, too.
I made it through NaNoWriMo successfully -- and got what I think will be a pretty god story out of it. Its working title is Piper's Private Writing School. Probably that will be its final title, too. As my two younger children were thinking of participating in it in the beginning, they are featured pretty much as-is as far as personality goes. That will need to change in the final. I may make them a little bit younger, and change their names. I have the story out to a few readers to critique, though it is in first-draft speed demon NaNoWriMo format.
Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo 2011! This is the sixth year in a row that I've participated. I also began it in 2003, but I didn't get very far. I don't remember what my story that year was going to be. I do remember the other years.
2006 was an unnamed SF piece where deaf and hard-of-hearing people saved the world from alien domination.
2007 was Her Thirty Percent, a charming love triangle set in a gym where I let the woman keep both lovers.
2008 was Three Knights in Florida, a game-based tale where three facebook friends met in person for the first time and played a tournament of their own devising and faced a hurricane.
I might as well admit it.
Naturally, I'm still doing other things, too, but I've been playing Dragons of Atlantis a whole lot.
It's a fun game created by Wonderhill, which has been acquired byKabam
, the people who also made Kingdoms of Camelot and Edgeworld. There are people to talk to, a city and outposts and an army to build--which includes several kinds of dragons and mythical beasties--alliances to join or to oppose.
Remember this? I wrote a little bit the first two days of the challenge that's supposedly based on Ralph Waldo Emerson's book, Self Reliance.
I have not liked the prompts, so I haven't been writing to them. They aren't Emersonian enough for me. Each author has a quote from the book, then they go off on their own tangent from there. A lot of them talk aobut goals, a modern popular concept.
Today's prompt is this:
"One Thing by Colin Wright
Do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.