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Friday, February 19, 2021

#100dayjourney • #100daysofwabisabiart

Becoming - Day 20

Becoming - Day 20
February 19, 20210 Comments




Some days I have an idea, something I want to explore, attempt - this is when I am most vulnerable. I fall easily and often into the quagmire of self doubt, of comparison and less-than. Worse, I just quit

Now on this #100dayjourney 
- I ever so gently remind myself 
Keep going
Becoming
Is a journey
Worth taking. 

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Anais Nin

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Saturday, November 30, 2013

NaNo13 • Prose

...You are a Novelist.....!

...You are a Novelist.....!
November 30, 20131 Comments


I near panicked when I opened Evernote today and saw I had 5000 words to reach the goal.  Yes, I procrastinated today.  After my Night Write In, I could not face the bright screen of my laptop. But to my surprise, as soon as I sat down the words began to flow.  1000 in the first hour and I kept up the pace without any signs of slowing.
I crossed the 50K mark just after 11 pm.  Checked in my novel and was awarded a video cheer from the NaNoWriMo org crew. 
It was a good Saturday night.

Fences is not finished, not yet - the story continues, I suspect for another 20-30K or so.  Just when I thought I knew the direction it would take, the character's story would surprise me. I am looking forward to seeing where we all end up.



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Friday, November 29, 2013

NaNo13 • Prose

drôle d'endroit pour une rencontre de l'écriture

drôle d'endroit pour une rencontre de l'écriture
November 29, 20130 Comments


I am officially joining the "PARIS vendredi 29 Write-in toute la nuit" - 
all night write in --- remotely from San Francisco. 
  
Granted, the freezing and windy conditions in Paris would have ensured the ease at which someone stays indoors with the laptop.  San Franciso has been unseasonably balmy with radiant mid autumn sunshine and calm winds. 
  

Alas, tonight I evoke the bohemian spirit and write...

Vive <<Clôtures>>!!!

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

NaNo13 • Prose

The last miles

The last miles
November 26, 20131 Comments


I am in the last week of the NaNoWriMo with 8000 words left to reach my goal.  This is not entirely unlike a triathlon, where you have however many miles to run before the entire day's effort is complete - and you start negotiating with yourself as to just how far you have left... Half Marathon to go! I got this!  Then, just a 10K - its like a run to the bridge and back! Slowly devolving into the "three miles, then walk the aid station..." "Run to the next lamp post, then you can think of stopping" - all the while moving forward, however slowly to the ultimate goal - FINISH LINE.  

 Oh yes, truth be told there are cramps, porta-potty emergency breaks, muscles that feel more like damp dishclothes than the mitrochondria filled powerhouses they were at the start cannon.  But you keep going.


So I am continuing - plot pot holes, character amnesia (my forgetting, not the characters.  They are having a grand time between where I left them off and the sordid corners of my imagination) and the deafening call of a spice rack that needs organizing (as well as that re-run of Law and Order, Criminal Intent.) aside.  

 Come Saturday - Fences will cross the threshold and I will break the winner tape; announcer loudly proclaiming...
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Sunday, November 10, 2013

NaNo13 • Prose

Word Hangover

Word Hangover
November 10, 20131 Comments
Muse is like a lover - don't keep her waiting.  Show up.  
She is also very demanding and has way more energy than you - so pray you have creative viagra, taken your vitamins and hope for the best when you finally "get in the sheets" (or laptop). 

I set up a lair in my living room with candles, tea, music, my iPhone streaming Evernote onto my plasma tv while I sat on my chaise lounge with my wireless keyboard on my lap.  My fingers began to evoke the story, the font 4 inches in height filling my tv with words.  This was good foreplay but soon I wanted to know my word count (a little confirmation that I was making acceptable progress).

So I switched to my laptop and made another pot of tea.  By the time the witching hour came, I found my plot had taken a different direction, a character doing things I would have considered unthinkable before tonight.  But you have to go with it, else you ruin the mood.  

The story reached a satisfactory stopping point for which I was grateful.  I blew out the candles, turned off the computer and crawled into bed just as the bars closed.  The street below was filled with drunken fools hoping to hook up, their garbled yells echoing up to my windows. 

As I rolled over, my face cradled in the crook of my arm, I laughed softly.  My mind snuck away satisfied that the muse was totally spent.
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