It’s day whatever of NaNoWriMo.
I decided to do some descriptive writing, and construct the places where my characters will live and work. My first idea for a location is a place like Heaven, a Perfect Place. One of my characters dies and goes there. I think she’ll be flitting between her world and ours. It’s the start of an actual plot!
So I went over to the table by the window, set up my iPad, and connected the keyboard. Butterflies started fluttering around in my stomach. I wasn’t sure I knew what to write, or even if wanted to write.
I listened to some old episodes of the Writing Excuses podcast last night and got inspired. They were talking about getting published and it made me realize that publishing a novel is not really a dream of mine. I really could take it or leave it. That sounds healthy eh? But, if I’m writing simply for writing’s sake, why am I so nervous? Why do I keep checking the word counter to see how I’m doing?
Clearly, it’s fear. Isn’t it? If it is, what am I afraid of? Hopefully, if I keep writing, I’ll find the answers?
I listen to, and love the Wrestling with Depression podcast. I think I’d like to be interviewed by Marty DeRosa. When he talks to people so much comes out. I think I could learn a lot about myself by having a conversation with Marty. Alas, I don’t think I’m interesting enough to be on his show. Maybe if I go into stand-up comedy in Chicago someday…
It snowed this morning! It was in the upper 60s yesterday and today it snows. I’ve really got to move to San Diego. Why do I live in Indiana? That’s a story I’ve probably already related in this blog, or in one of its previous incarnations so I won’t go any further. In fact, I think that this post has run its course.