Mind the Gap

That’s right, folks, it’s time for NaNoWriMo!

Yep. November 1 is the commencement of National Novel Writing Month.

In short, it’s an excuse for us Bipolar/artistic types to have a month long manic episode in which we write like crazy, live in sheer insanity, drink too much coffee, blog about nothing except our novels, obsess about word counts, and try to write a 50,000 word novel in a month’s time. It’s insane, and why they decided to make NOVEMBER — the month in which Thanksgiving occurs and the holiday season ramps up in full force — the month in which one is supposed to accomplish said goal is beyond me. But I do know that it’s possible. I did it last year. And I’m going to try it again this year.

Now, for all you haters out there, don’t hate. I know that NaNo can be viewed as an event strictly for geeks who write Fan Fic and Emo girls who write vampire novels (and there are certainly many of those present in the NaNo forums), but I think it’s an excellent tool for “serious” writers, too.

I do it because it’s a month-long excuse to get my butt in the chair. There is a sense of community with the boards and the local write-ins and the podcasts. And there is a healthy, positive peer pressure present (how’s that for alliteration!) that spurs me on to get my word count up there… I see my peers’ word count graph grow and grow, and I am challenged to keep up.

Anne Lamott, in “Bird By Bird,” talks about how, as a writer, you have to only be concerned at first with getting the words on the paper. She says to just get your butt in the chair and “write a sh***y first draft” (her words, not mine). This is why I do NaNo. I have a first draft of a novel from last year, which, incidentally, was my first attempt at writing fiction. I was pleased at the outcome. It needs much revision, but creatively, it was a huge milestone for me.

Last year, I had NO CLUE what I was going to write about until the moment my fingers touched the keyboard the first time. It fascinated me to watch as a story came to me and wrote itself, simply because I allowed myself to get out of the way and let it flow. That is when I fell hopelessly in love with the writing process. I started to view myself as a writer, and I let myself write.

This year, I am a little more prepared: I still have no plot idea, but I have a cast of characters — rough sketches — whom I am looking forward to getting to know as the month progresses. Last year’s novel was genre fiction, and very plot driven. This year’s, I think, will be more character driven.

We shall see.

At any rate, the typing begins on Thursday. I have to write 1667 words a day to stay on pace. Wish me luck.

Oh, and I may be posting excerpts here every now and then… if I feel brave. We’ll see about that…

We are driving through the Mohave Desert, and I never knew such a barren place could be so rich in color. The pale tans, blues, purples, and a black that is the exact color of cocoa decorate the mountains on the horizon in perfectly layered lines, while the bleached sand in the foreground is dotted with scrubby trees that are surprisingly green, complementing the color palette perfectly. The sky is awash with a pinkish haze – whether from smoke from the fires in California or dust, I don’t know – and it blankets the landscape, softening the edges.

We were in California for 10 days, but as we make our way homeward, I feel as though I am leaving behind a lifetime’s worth of emotion.

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I haven’t blogged in a few weeks because I was pretty busy preparing for a two-week vacation to California. You know how it goes: there’s mountains of laundry to be done, cleaning, and then the setting of the office in order so that things will (hopefully) go smoothly while I’m gone.

In the midst of trip preparations, we found out that I was pregnant. We were shocked and excited at the prospect of having a baby after so long (our son is 11 now, so we’ve not had “baby” on the brain for some time). We started thinking baby thoughts. We started looking at baby clothes. We started thinking about converting our guest room into a nursery. And when we got back from vacation, I was to have my first doctor visit. We were looking forward to that first sonogram and that first heartbeat.

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Last night was officially our last Lady Jane Grey show.

And I’m typing that and feeling sad, surreal, angry, happy, relieved, and excited all at the same time.

David and I have been in this weird place for several years… we put out this killer album, expecting to reach a broader audience than the first, and then heard crickets and the whooshing of tumbleweeds through our music career for the next several years. Read the rest of this entry »

Okay, I admit it: I watch “Survivor.”

It’s one of my guilty pleasures. I mostly only watch shows that have some writing merit (”Lost” is a surprising example) — I’m a sucker for a good story. But Survivor is just one of those mindless shows that I watch because it requires absolutely no intellectual investment.

Last night was the Survivor China season premiere, and as they introduced the new contestants, they made particular note of one, whom they described as “the Christian talk-show host.” They immediately contrasted her with the next contestant, a “gay Mormon flight attendant.” Oh boy, I thought. Here we go….
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