NaNoNoMo

Daylight savings time has ended, and I feel better for it even though it feels like I’m behind because of the time change. It’s sad, though, that the end of daylight savings signals the end of summer fun. We don’t need an extra hour of daylight in the bleakness of winter evenings (chah, right!). Now is the time when we hunker down in our caves and wear thick socks in the house–and still our toes are cold–and fifty-degree days seem like a little piece of Heaven come to Earth. (This is Migraine Season for me, because with all those people inside and little ventilation, it’s like swimming in a fragrance stew. I don’t know why people have to wear perfume to school functions, especially when we’re all packed in like sardines. It’s not a fancy night out on the town, it’s “Here Comes Santa Claus” forgodsake. Anyway, that is something upon which I shall not dwell, so let us change the subject, yes?)

Lots of you are doing NaNoWriMo, which I like to think of as NaNoNoMo. I have to maintain this level of don’wanna, lest I be sucked in or feel left out. I wish you guys all the luck in the world, truly, and I hope you win and publish the resulting novel and make a million dollars. Truly. Good luck.

Instead of NaNoNoMo, I will be finishing my seemingly interminable WIP, as well as editing a new project for Eternal Press. I will have to shut down my Facebook cafe and let the farm go to seed (and if you play any of those Zynga games you’ll know exactly what I mean) for the month of November. So really, I will probably be doing the same word count as I would if I participated in NaNo, only without the distractions, i.e. cameraderie and tangible goals. Well, that’s not exactly true. My goal is to finish WIP by Christmas, and I have only a month to edit the assignment, pretty tangible.

Sometimes I get depressed this time of year, as do many of you, but this year I’m taking steps to sidestep depression. I’ll be taking lots of vitamin D, making time for fun stuff, talk to friends whenever I feel isolated. Hit my first speedbump this morning, though: the van may have finally died, which means DH will be taking the car to work, which means I’ll have no way of getting out of the house during the day, when I need to most. God, I’m depressed already. Where’s that damn vitamin D?

NaNo? Nah, no.

First, some random notes:

  • Happy voting day, everybody. May your candidate win, whichever he is, because I truly do not give a shit. I’ll start caring again when I see what a terrible job the next president does. This is how I operate every election.
  • Typing this on the treadmill. Unfortunately, it’s not electric, so getting the pushing angle right without hanging onto the bars is a little difficult. Every once in a while it just.…stops. You can imagine the hilarity which ensues.
  • Oprah had an explicit discussion about sex yesterday, and girl, you KNOW I want to dish about that! But I won’t.
  • Finally saw the movie “The Notebook” last night. Rachel McAdams was so pretty, my eyes hurt. Ryan Gosling was so virile, my loins hurt. And that ending? My eyes hurt again from rolling them so much. Geez.

Now. Nanowrimo. Not even bothering to link to it. I devoted Nov. 1 to thinking about what I might write, and then I wrote a few lines, and then I decided not to bother. I thought if an idea hit me during my writing wanderings I’d continue, but that did not materialize.

It was quite a low priority anyway, because I’m still working on the NaNoWriMo book from 2007. I’ve been calling it my WIP, because I wasn’t working on anything else, but I must admit I went weeks at a time without cracking it open. Partly because of the personal problems plaguing me the past few months, but also because it was an utter mess, and I seriously didn’t know what to do with it.

NaNoWriMo gave me the incentive I needed to finish the WIP. I finished it, all right. Finished it right into the ground. But I have mixed feelings about it, because even though it turned out to be a mess and shook my confidence, now that I’m in the middle of serious edits I see that without that ovaries-to-the-wall, scary-ass month of writing, I wouldn’t have made some of these creative leaps that the story needed.

I’ve been keeping a brave face. If I didn’t love this story so much, I’d have totally put it away. But it’s a great book! I swear! I usually don’t toot my own horn, but this one is going to be great. IF I can pull it off.

And I only fell off the treadmill once during this post.

My theme song

Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2
“Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away”

You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.
And if you’re feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too.

It looks like I might be back. If anyone still cares! And I know I said I wasn’t coming back until something broke in my writing career, but don’t get all excited. The progress was internal, not external. Got my mojo back, that’s all. Had one of those “I can do this!” realizations (and more importantly, an “I WANT to do this” realization) and jumped back on this slow, lumbering train we call writing with all you other hobos.

I can’t guarantee the frequency of posts on this blog, because I’m now dividing my posts in two. My other blog, most of you already know, is Poison Scents, and I’ll try to keep all my grumbling about fragrances over there, though I’m sure some will spill over from time to time.

And here’s a shout-out to all the NaNoWriMo participants, a group whom I will may join before the end of day one.

Anyhoo, good to see you again.