So, Summer 2015 is (slowly) winding down – the temperature is (still) moderately high, as it should be, though I could do without the intermittent bouts of humidity, and (for the most part) all is quasi-quiet on the Western Front (and probably on the Northern, Eastern and Southern Fronts as well, Who knows?).
After my quasi-meta/trippy post last week – absurd yet brilliant (or brilliant yet absurd) – not (too) actual!writing, plotting or pondering has actually!happened, as Real Life has gathered its minion Muse army to form a formidable barricade around the roads to the Land of Exposition. ‘Twas an unexpected move that happened whilst I was away
distracted in Camp NaNoWritMo, pondering the ponders about 50 Shades of Sunset, that quasi-parody (with not as much smut as initially giggled) of the (amazing) film and (equally amazing) stage musical Sunset Boulevard. While I actually!managed to write (and record) a word count that exceeded previous Camp NaNoWritMo sessions (and somewhere in the midst of the regular NaNoWritMo sessions), I fell (extraordinarily) short of the goal word count (which was set at 10,086, for the obvious reasons). Yes, I’m (almost always) pessimistic about most everything but that’s just how I am – I should be reveling in my (minor-ish) achievement but somehow, comparatively, it still fell short. The aforementioned (incomplete) story has joined the other works in progress waiting (quasi-patiently) to be dusted off and continued – that waiting room has grown considerably, and redecorated a few times to accommodate the different personalities and perspectives of the characters within those yet-to-be-finished stories. A minor, merry war erupted once, and was resolved with the addition of sturdy, soundproofed partitions.
But I digress.
Whilst I was in the home stretch of failing to complete yet another Camp NaNoWritMo objective, the Real Life Brigade plotted and gathered enough debris to build that barricade around all the known paths leading into the Land of Exposition. Emotive singing ensued, along with a elaborate dance break (so I’m told), ending with a huge red flag fluttering atop the barricade. While it was distressing to see it there, impeding my entry to my writing sanctuary, it was (still) a marvelous sight to behold. A stern yet quasi-friendly bunch of sentinels were keeping watch at all times, firmly yet politely informing me of the reason behind the creation of the barricade. According to them, in an effort to maximize productivity, major renovations were commissioned, rendering the entire area “unsafe” for visitors at the present time. When pressed for an estimated time of completion, and when the barricades would be taken down, they presented me with a non-answer, and gave me an all access, carte blanche voucher once it was “safe” to return.
Needless to say that there was Something Rotten in the Land of Exposition.
As the sentinels were heavily armed, I dared not to ask further questions. Nevertheless, the yen to investigate this sudden, strange (yet not unwelcoming) turn of events compelled me to search for answers. So for the past few weeks (or so) I’ve been focused on the search for clues amid the Real Life contingent, finding a massive amount of red tape and shuffling between office locations. The literary plotting and pondering has happened (albeit sporadically) during this time, but it’s remained (mostly) in the back of the Mind Palace and has yet to reach the fingertips and into Word.
Eventually it will, but not as yet.
This interesting turn of events has consumed (far too) much of my time and energy, yet I will continue these weekly entries, because I am committed to writing and posting something every week, with the (unrealistic?) hope of actually!writing about actual!writing about the works in progress.