Last night my sister and I made pecan pie and pumpkin pie and did Thanksgiving preps together. At 11:30 PM, having finished, we were both hungry so we shared that junkiest of American junk food, a Totino's pizza (ETA: which in no way, shape, or form resembles anything close to pizza) as we did when we were kids who didn't give a damn about healthy food. It was heaven.
Totino's is my and my brother's go-to "we don't feel like eating like adults" food They're great and terrible.
Is there something wrong with not hating your novel? I just read through what I have and with a few tweaks I think what I have so far is kind of good. I feel like it's my best at least. Pretty happy about that.
I never hated my novel while I was writing it, but I DID find lots wrong once I'd finished and took some time away from it. These flaws didn't make me hate the novel. They made me want to improve it. The trick is to get to the point where you can read it as if somebody else wrote it. (Did I write THAT???) It's possible to love something that is flawed, because you don't see the flaws ...yet. Other people WILL see the flaws. So give yourself lots of space on this. But yes, it's great to think what you're writing is pretty darn good—and it probably is. Just as long as you are willing to accept that, in the flush of creation, you might be making mistakes you're not seeing ...yet.
I know that everything is unfolding as it should and I seem to be watching it all go by without consequence. But still, damn it if I don't feel that I have a fast ball grip on the proverbial throttle. The thrill is gone, but the gig trudges on despite what it has become in these later phases of life where one maintains instead of building. I think that I am happy, but I admit that I still don't know shit about the ability to live it. I really am trying to seize how wonderful it all is, but "it" just continues to slip between the spaces where I now have lost my grip. Oh well, what ya gonna do ? "Live existentiaĺly asshole !!" I exclaimed this phrase upon waking up suddenly from a nightmare last night involving past occurrences of some importance. My girlfriend woke up briefly, turned my way and told me to shut up and go back to sleep. She seems as happy as one can be in the day to day and I have tried to figure out how she does that. Still working on becoming an idiot, I will get there one way, one day somewhere.
Yep. When your readers get excited about the story itself rather than about your 'writing,' you know you've got them.
Just had my band's first single played on local radio. First thing we've ever made together so pretty pleased that they thought it was radio worthy!
Had a brief alcohol urge to get back into drinking again...but I resisted by focusing my attention squarely on Facebook. Crisis averted!!!
Totally unrelated to writing, but yesterday I passed the first grade in my sport. Five f*** hours examination!! But I survived. Somehow. Consequence: Today I feel smashed and beyond tired (even after crashing in my bed for nine-and-a-half-hours straight). I'm barely able to think yet alone write. Hello exhaustion, where have we met before? Rhetorical question: How will I dredge myself to work? And concentrate? I knew I should have taken this day off—and I would have, if I had a day left to take off
Well done, good on you! What brought about the sobriety if you don't mind me asking? Congrats, that's some going! Nano I'm guessing? Or are you just on some incredible writing spree at the moment?
Not NaNo - a self-imposed writing challenge where I do a short story a day. But I decided to hold myself to a NaNo-equivalent word count for ... funsies? Sure, for funsies. Now I'm just hoping I can keep the streak going after the month's over
50k in a month is pretty decent, thats about 1600 words a day if you write every day.. better than i'm doing at the minute
Yeah, the NaNo prescription is 1667w a day, which seems doable until it's like November 24th and both your brain and tendinitis-y wrists are ready for death's sweet embrace. On the other hand when I was working on my novel earlier this year I was averaging about 3-4k a day. I'm now decently sure that I was possessed by some sort of writing-obsessed demon at that point? Iuno.
Wrote a blog post about Ocarina of Time. I now have 7 posts total, and I'm getting more comfortable incorporating images into my text. The blog is technically public, but I haven't posted links anywhere yet. I'm thinking about opening it up once I finish my classes.