Today starts National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short. I also call it The Month of High Hopes. Every year I get excited for NaNoWriMo, determined that I am going to reach the 50,000 word novella point and finally finish a book in a month. Sadly, that’s a feat I have not yet been able to complete. BUT one day I will. In the meantime I will just keep on trying. The thought is exciting and motivating and makes me feel like I’m flying. Writing is something I love so much, but don’t always get the time to do. But what’s nice about writing is that when I can’t sit in front of my spiral notebook dedicated to my story, I can always be brainstorming and planning the next chapter in my head at any point of the day. So in theory, I have most of the story, I just need to write it all down just the way I’ve imagined it in my head for all these years.
Are you participating in NaNoWriMo?
I think I completely fell off the face of the blogiverise. Classes have started and I have dragged my feet everyday leading up to this point that I completely lost some motivation in the writing world. But I am back! I’ve gotten back to hanging out at Starbucks with my Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte, and with my tablet and my notebook I keep my story in, since apparently, this is the only place I can freely write.
When I opened up my tablet to write this post, I looked up and into my purse and this is the strange sight I saw:
Now granted I know that I own a Brainy the Smurf stuffed animal (stuffed Smurf?), I had completely forgot that he was in my purse. So it kind of frightened me for a second. Has my Smurf come alive like in the movie and jumped in my purse and is now spying at me while I write in Starbucks? If so, should I be worried about Gargamel showing up?
Anyway, I am determined to write more blog posts, more of my story and give you more information on my story as I go along.
What have I missed, fellow bloggers?
Hmm… Five things that I would want would be:
1. A happy and successful life.
2. A gift card to Barnes and Noble with unlimited funds.
3. Some sort of adventure.
4. To publish a book of mine.
5. To be married and start a family.
I run as fast as I can to the run down tree house in the back of the yard. Frantically grabbing at the ladder, misshapen from the years of wear and tear. I skip the first two steps and slam my foot on the third, and hear a loud crack as the wood gives in. Quickly I grab onto the top step and use it to lift myself up into the tree house–my hope of safety. Gert, the one who is supposedly raising me, will be home any minute now and will probably see the missing vase, the only thing that resembles anything valuable in our home, that is actually tossed in the trash pit on the side of our tiny house, in pieces. She’ll be mad. Even more so if she is in the condition she is mostly in, the condition she has been most of my life.
I think about making a run for It for the rest of the evening, I know I would be better off on the streets of New York with the few people I can trust. But Gert normally is home by now, and I am afraid that the moment I take off will be the exact moment she storms in and catches me, mid escape, It’s best if I hide in here for a while until I know the coast is clear.
I think about what I’ll do in my evening to myself later on. I can visit my best friend, Amberlise, maybe even see Jack, another good friend of mine. Get some food from the vender of the street that gives me some of his leftovers before he packs up for the night. The thought of being out and about and away from here gets me so excited. So anxious to leave already. I can’t wait any longer. I hop down the ladder, making sure to skip the third step and dash through the yard. It appears I am in the clear and I’ve worried for nothing, that I spent so much unnecessary time hiding out in that tree house when I could have headed out right away. I am a few feet away from leaving the property when I see just the person I have been avoiding make their way closer and closer to me.
So for the past few days I have been completely blocked on my Delaney story. I was pretty mad at her actually for not showing up for so long, I bet that’s what it was like for people as early on as the sixth century and in World War I and World War II when they used carrier pigeons to deliver messages. I mean what if you sent something precious and important over via carrier pigeon and your pigeon took forever to come back with a response? All sorts of things would come to mind, like what if my pigeon got lost and didn’t even deliver the message? What if they didn’t respond to my message? What if the enemies of war shot my carrier pigeon in order to compromise my plan and now it’s never coming back? (By the way, I think I’m just as crazy as you think I am right now!) Well that’s what it was like when I lost Delaney for a few days. What if she doesn’t come back? What if she is lost and I can’t find her story anymore? What If, what if, what if. Thankfully though, my carrier pigeon came back and I am back on my way with my story. But, the worry the absence caused is unforgivable. You have a lot of sucking up to do, Delaney.
I have mixed feelings about this post. On one hand, I got super excited since it’s asking me about books. And I LOVE books. LOVE in bold and capital letters because that’s how much I love them. So of course when asked about them I get all giddy and overly-excited. But then, on the other hand I now have to pick the book I love the most. I LOVE so many books and I think it would be unfair to choose one. I may even cry. Okay, no I won’t, but I’ll sit and ponder for quite a while and grimace under the stress of such a decision.
Okay, I think I have it. Drum roll please. A book that I love is Jodi Picoult’s Lone Wolf. Why? Because first of all, any book Jodi Picoult writes is a winner, and secondly, I read that book months and months ago and I still am thinking about it. In my book, if I still ponder over a book months later, then it’s a pretty darn good one at that. The book is about a guy, a father, who dedicates his life to wolves he keeps fenced in a field and also the ones he lived with for a year in the wild. And she captures the essence of the wolves so magnificently that you feel like you know the wolves, yourself. I feel like I’ve become an expert just as her character has and refer back to the wolves routines and language as I go about my day. But the man dedicated so much of his life to his wolves, that he has pushed aside his family and lost family members because of it. And now the family has to figure out what is best for him when he and his daughter get in a terrible accident. Anyway, it’s a great book that I LOVE and would definitely read over and over again.
(Image from her website)
I was so motivated to write this morning, from the moment I woke up I planned to write right after my morning run. It was going to be such a great writing day, I could feel it. So I went on my morning run and was brainstorming some ideas and when I got in I took a shower and sat down to write. And…nothing. I drew a blank and went instantly into writer’s block. And there went my eventful writing afternoon. Although I got a sentence or two done so at least that’s something.
A bit disappointed, I documented what happens when I get this blocked and the distraction that ensues. Although, you could argue that the video was a distraction to the writing process itself. Oh well. It kept me occupied.