Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
I was sitting down the other day having a talk with my blog.
I said, “Blog, I see a void in your life.”
He seemed a little confused. He was all like, “What do ya even mean, I have a void? All my credit cards are legit.” The thing is, my blog doesn’t even have credit cards. He’s always been a little less than honest with me, likes to cleverly change the subject on me. And, oh yeah that’s right, he’s a blog.
That’s when I came right out with it. I was like, “You only have, like, a post or so every month during NaNo time or whenever something noteworthy happens in my writing life. WE. NEED. MORE. FROM. YOU.”
Hey, peeps! So, ahuh, guess what? Well, you probably know what, because of the title of this post. But yep, it’s true! I FREAKING WON AND I FEEL AMAZING.
50,007 words. I did it. And I fought like heck.
Sorry for the post drought, but life has kinda been kicking me in the pants lately. Like, the kind of in-pants-kicking that makes you have to drag yourself into the weekend, which goes by like a… like a… yeahhhh no. Not getting any
metaphors similes coming to mind… Ehh… You can just fantasize about how great my figures of speech will be in my NaNo story 😉
Hey, you. Yeah, YOU. What are you looking at? Yeah, I’ll tell you what you’re looking at: THE FACE OF A PERSON WHO KICKED CAMPNANO’S BUTT.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s right, folks. BOOM.
So I won’t lie, the past few weeks haven’t been easy. It took a lot of late nights, plenty of car-writing, and a lot of jotting ideas down in a notebook when I really should’ve been doing something else. But I’m happy to say that of 50,000 words, I’m already at 37,608.
But like I said, it was hardly a walk through the park with a slice of chocolate cake. When I’m writing, I have to just remind myself that it’s okay if the words aren’t perfect yet. Earlier in my journey as a writer, this was one of the hardest things for me. Now, I’m at a point where as soon as I fret about a word choice, I’m able to remind myself (many times, out loud during a conversation with myself) that the first draft is really never the one that gets published. Well, unless you’re not a human. Or you live at the end of a rainbow.
So, last time I did CampNaNo, I didn’t exactly “win.” Yeah, I wrote about 16,ooo words that I didn’t have before, but I didn’t meet my goal. I met defeat. It sucked eggs.
But anybody that knows me will be able to tell you that I don’t give up that easily, no SIR, so I’m back on the horse. I’m tackling multiple projects of ranging topic and type. Try two edits, two typed newbies, one handwritten newbie, and a poetry collection I’m trying to cultivate. You think I’m insane yet? You should.