So, it’s that time of year (again) – NaNoWriMo (or National Novel Writing Month) – the time when thousands (millions?) of writers of all ages, genres and techniques (along with all the myriad of other categories/types out there in the universe) attempt to write a (50,000 word) novel within 30 days.
It isn’t easy.
Well, at least not for me.
I have far too many ideas bouncing around the Mind Palace in my head and rarely ever settle into finishing anything substantial (even though I’m quasi-disciplined enough to extract a blog entry here every week). But I’ve mentioned that (many times) already in this blog (and I’m still mentioning it here and now) so I’ll (attempt) to move along and get to the point.
So I’ve attempted NaNoWriMo several times and every time I’ve “failed”. And yet, every year I keep making attempts to actually(!)write something during the specific time frame. I’ve plotted, I’ve pondered, I’ve plotted and pondered, and I’ve even (attempted to) pantsed. Sometimes I wonder why I keep making these attempts, when I seem to never get anywhere.
Maybe I’ve expounded on this in an earlier blog; maybe I haven’t, thought the odds are (“never tell me the odds!”) I probably have.
Several times, most likely at great length.
Moving along. (*waving hands* “Move along, move along”)
[Yeah, I’m in a quasi-Star Wars state of mind, keeping an open mind (or at least attempting to) about Episode VII; but so long as there’s a John Williams score, and someone uttering the line “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” at some point in the film, I’ll be all right with it, even though the all of the (existing) Expanded Universe stories (and the characters created within) are no longer Canon.]
But I digress.
Then again, in a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey sort of way, I’ve probably been writing my next (?) novel, via this very blog (another example of the meta-ness of my writing style/process/whatever you want to call it) and will attempt (after finishing this entry) to apply that logic/mindset/whatever to Meta for Metaphor [the 2015 NaNoWriMo entry/attempt].
In watching last week’s and this week’s episode of Doctor Who sequentially (which was a good way to do so, since it was another two parter), and experiencing yet another minor mind implosion with regards to the plot twists and the epic, impassioned speech about keeping the peace, the plot bunnies are inspired and (almost) ready to get going.
Or maybe it’s the 16 oz. can of Red Bull I drank earlier today. (Yes, I’m aware that it’s not “good for me”, drinking these energy drinks, but it’s not a common occurrence so I should be all right.)
Either way, it’s going to be an interesting evening.
So this entry is not so much an update, but an expository exploration of the intricate insight in the plotting and pondering process. Or lack thereof.
Hopefully, I’ll have a more substantial update next week (with a definitive word count).
For anyone interested, last week’s nocturnal outing (seeing Drunk Shakespeare and Aladdin) was fun, with entries written about each experience on my other blog, a blog for which I occasionally write, usually whenever I attend a theatrical experience – and ’twas a rare occasion where I wrote two successive blog entries in one day.
An achievement worth mentioning, methinks (or should I not be so boastful?)
Things in the Land of Exposition are still hectic, with the representatives from the Real Life Brigade instituting last minute changes, resulting in late night meetings to coordinate the plan of attack (so to speak) in time for the changes to be effective for all who reside in the Land of Exposition. A confluence of concurrent events within the Land of Exposition has resulted in a quasi-perfect storm where Murphy’s Law might become highly relevant.
How it will all turn out is anyone’s guess.
The same goes for this year’s attempt at NaNoWriMo.
Onward and upwards (and maybe sideways too)
And as for the Mets: well, there’s always next year.