Word + Word + Word.

4 12 2012

So. The reason there were basically no blogs in November was due to that National Novel Writing thing. Where people sign up to write 50,000 words in 30 days.

I did that.

Honestly, afterward, I feel nothing.

I know I should feel some sort of achievement but really I feel like I wrote the longest blog rant in the history of the universe.

In a way, it’s like all that writing didn’t even happen. I can barely remember it. Perhaps that’s how marathon runners feel. Oh yeah, I ran like 25 miles but I only remember the beginning and the end. Or something. I don’t know, I’ve never ran a marathon.

I do know that this “novel” that came out is no novel at all. It is merely a first layer of paint. Or as my friend said, an initial sketch (since paint cannot be erased and pencil can). So, these 50,000 + words are the building blocks for something better.

Obviously writing a readable novel in 30 days in pretty much impossible. I mean it took Faulkner six weeks to write As I lay Dying.

And though it took Kerouac three weeks to write On the Road (on a speed binge, mind you) he still had to have someone edit it after.

So yeah, as Annie Dillard says her book The Writing Life,

“Some people lift cars too. Some people enter week-long sled races, go over Niagara Falls in barrels, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms.”

What would be the norm as a writer is to go back and painstakingly fix every single sentence I wrote last month.

Until it is something.

Something more than the nothing that it is right now.

But I’m going to let it breath a little, like a nice glass of red wine—even though at this point it’s more like a can of Natural Light. Nonetheless, I’m going to let it rest and go back in a couple of weeks and try to resuscitate it.

Only time. And effort. Will tell.


Video Blog: Writing Woes and Dating Foes

15 11 2012

I needed a writing break, so I talked about writing.


10 Randoms: Why Not Make That a Habit?

13 11 2012

1.) Writing a novel in a month is hard and easy at the same time. It’s hard because it’s writing a freaking novel in a month, but it’s easy because it forces me to write daily without worrying about how good it is. It can just flow out, good, bad, beautiful, it doesn’t matter because the requirement is not to write the most life changing work of all time, the only thing I have to do is get to 50,000 words (and hope that there is at least some sort of story there).

2.) I’ve been reading this book called The Power of Habit and it’s actually pretty fascinating. Habit formation is basic, once you have a habit you can always change it, but it never completely goes away. It seems like the best way to create new (positive) habits is have a reward for accomplishing the routine. The cue+routine+reward formula of habits. I’ve started getting up every morning to exercise. My cue is that I set out the workout I’m going to do the night before, along with my clothes and shoes. I tell myself that if I can get through the workout I can have a cup of coffee. I have just started doing it this week, but I can see it turning into something regular. It’s nice because it’s true what changing one habit can do to the rest of my life. For instance, now that I have to get up so early I’m not drinking as much, I actually haven’t drank at all since Saturday–which doesn’t seem like long to the average citizen but for me it is.

3. Emily and I have decided to stay in this apartment for another six months. So Denver, deal with it. You’ll be putting up with me a little bit longer.

4.) Have you ever sneezed right after you swallowed something but didn’t quite swallow everything and little bits of food flew out of your mouth? Me either.

5.) It’s so dry here. Yesterday I put lotion at least 15 times on my hands. Today I washed a few dishes and they’ve already completely cracked out.

6.) Stuffing may be my favorite food.

7.) I’m heading back to Kansas this weekend. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been there last. I can’t even remember when. Last December? Could it have been that long? Wow. Memory would be helpful here.

People make fun of Kansas often, but I don’t get offended, they don’t know all of Kansas’s secrets and that’s a loss for them, not me.

My KS backyard.

8. I feel really good about my tv script too, I just need to get my ass in gear about editing it. Working on multiple writing projects technically is the most difficult part of this month, hence why there have been so few of these.

9.) Also, in big news, I don’t care about guys anymore. Yep. That’s right. I’m over them. It’s refreshing.

10.) Last night my neighbor finally stopped smoking crack and dancing in front of the window. I went outside to take a writing break and I heard him screaming at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t see him–the only time when I have wanted to of course–I wonder if his dealer cut him off? Or if he was talking to his mother. Or girlfriend. I don’t know how any person could handle him, I’m pretty sure he’s schizophrenic. I should really invest in curtains so I can’t see him and more importantly he can’t see me.