Written on 10/23/11:
I was visiting my friend Sheebs today when he surprised me by asking if I was going to be doing NaNoWriMo this year. I have heard of this one month writing event many a time since I started reading fiction online in the early 2000s, but I have never participated. That's for several reasons, one being that it may be too difficult a challenge for me. This challenge of writing every day for a year isn't all that bad. It isn't too difficult to churn out some thoughts or ramblings and go to bed. However, when I started this challenge, it wasn't really my intent to have a diary.
Honestly, I wanted this to be a bit more creative than that. I wanted to be inspired by my brand new exciting life in the city, so much that plot and characters and just general awesomeness would permeate through my every pore and eek through my fingertips into brilliance. That has yet to happen. So when Sheebs asked if I was going to do it and I said no and he said he was thinking about it, it brought all those thoughts to the fore.
Perhaps I should give it a go and have a real challenge. I will have to remember that it wont be flawless, may not even have a definitive plot, may just be a smattering of scenes that have flimsy relation to one another, but it will be a chunk of writing. A chunk of writing that will be fulfilling what this year has been all about. A chunk of writing I could mine for good parts, if there are any, if I can manage any of those. I need to plan this thing out now, I suppose.
I was visiting my friend Sheebs today when he surprised me by asking if I was going to be doing NaNoWriMo this year. I have heard of this one month writing event many a time since I started reading fiction online in the early 2000s, but I have never participated. That's for several reasons, one being that it may be too difficult a challenge for me. This challenge of writing every day for a year isn't all that bad. It isn't too difficult to churn out some thoughts or ramblings and go to bed. However, when I started this challenge, it wasn't really my intent to have a diary.
Honestly, I wanted this to be a bit more creative than that. I wanted to be inspired by my brand new exciting life in the city, so much that plot and characters and just general awesomeness would permeate through my every pore and eek through my fingertips into brilliance. That has yet to happen. So when Sheebs asked if I was going to do it and I said no and he said he was thinking about it, it brought all those thoughts to the fore.
Perhaps I should give it a go and have a real challenge. I will have to remember that it wont be flawless, may not even have a definitive plot, may just be a smattering of scenes that have flimsy relation to one another, but it will be a chunk of writing. A chunk of writing that will be fulfilling what this year has been all about. A chunk of writing I could mine for good parts, if there are any, if I can manage any of those. I need to plan this thing out now, I suppose.
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