Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
I am one of thousands of writers who make the commitment to write a novel, or at least 50,000 words of one, in the 30 days of November. i love the concept of doing a high speed, quick and dirty, rough draft, instead of walking around for years telling myself that I am a writer, and I have great ideas for novels, and I WILL write that book starting tomorrow, um, Next Week, er...New year's Day.I always knew I was meant to write, I started telling myself stories before I even knew what words were. I wrote poems and outlined stories on every scrap of paper that came my way and yet, I cheated myself by letting life get in the way. I only wrote when I had a deadline, an assignment to fill, or when I was writing long Holiday letters to copy and send out en-masse.
So I go back to my keyboard, back to Guatemala and the Oregon trail and mythical Uhrlin, but I sit down, fortified by chocolate, so the taste and smell can call me home from NaNoWriMo land when the story burns too real and the call of my own life is a faint memory.