And so, my current NaNo effort has turned bleak and predictable. Even if I do say so myself. There is a Plan B, and I like it. Remember when I said I had trouble finishing things? (NaNo is a perfect example. However, moving on.) I am going to write one short story a day until the end of November. And they will all have endings, I tell you. If the word-count of my collective stories reaches 50K, I will consider…
The printer ran out of paper today. I printed out two stories I’ve written in order to conduct an experiment. I asked Sarge to read both, and whichever one he wanted to read more of would become my NaNoWriMo novel this year. He finished both, held one up and said: This one’s bleak as hell. While I think that ‘bleak’ has its place, I don’t want to sit with bleak for a month. Because I’m not feeling it. And so,…
I write because I can’t not write I think in sentences Sometimes, even with punctuation. My favourite is ! When I write I am the most myself When I’m not writing My brain tweaks a little bit Just enough to say Get back to it! Connections are made When there are words On a page In the world In a story Or in my brain And I write Because that’s how it works. I’m participating in And Now You Write,…
