I’m not naïve. I’m optimistic with a dose of the realistic. I knew that after cranking out 50,100 words of a novel in 30 days I’d need to spend significantly more time revising it. And so it was from that perspective that I attended a seminar last Monday evening at the local library taught by Dr. Juliet Kincaid on revising your novel. The target audience was people who completed NaNoWriMo this year. And fun fact: I learned the creator of this international month-long writing contest, Chris Baty is not only from my own Overland Park, Kansas, but he graduated from the same high school as my daughter. Hearing something like that, yet another thread that connects me to a larger whole is motivating.
I love writing. I really, really do. And yet, I don’t make time for it in a significant way. Why is that? Do you have things you really enjoy doing that you don’t make time for? Maybe you have an overly taxing job or family life. Maybe you have an illness that deprives you of the energy you’d need to accomplish your aspirations. I don’t have any of those excuses. Well, my job is demanding but in a positive, challenging way; I enjoy it. More so over the past year than I have for some time. And my family life is no more taxing than the average person’s. I don’t have little children at home, though I do have a daughter who just graduated college (go Natalie!) And I have parents who have health issues and occasionally require a helping hand (like today, when their care giver didn’t show up). But truly, none of that prevents me from writing. Continue reading
Life gets busy and you don’t finish what you started and nobody cares but you.
And then you realize that’s what matters… you care.
I woke up this morning with so many thoughts in my head. The first was…its NaNoWriMo Day! I got out of bed, took the dog out, and made breakfast. During the course of those tasks I found myself straightening every item in sight, looking at things critically and moving them, discarding them, rearranging them etc. Dang it my OCD was coming for a visit. I got a mental image of being back in the dorm freshman year of college. My roommate, who is still my very dearest friend would secretly laugh back then (she was too kind to laugh out loud), watching me get ready to start homework. I would first prepare a cup of tea, always using a cup and saucer my brother had given to me. It was sky blue, and had a design in dark blue of clusters of cherries and a checkerboard pattern. After making the tea I would take out three Nilla Wafer cookies and arrange them on the saucer. Then I’d lay out my homework in front of me. I’d sit back and look at my desk, turn the tea cup slightly or adjust a Nilla Wafer. Then I’d survey it all again before starting on my homework.