Nanowrimo is over.
I bet you were waiting for my exciting “I won I won” post. And I wish I could say that I successfully finished my novel, already found an agent, and oh, it’s coming out next year. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
No, I didn’t finish my novel. I’ll give you a moment to gasp.
You good? Well yes, I made it halfway. But i’m going to blame my failed attempt on my cat. Because he requires so much of my attention.
I mean, did you know you have to feed and water them daily? And then you come home and they want you to pet them and give them attention. It’s so time consuming.
So yes, 2015 is another failed attempt at NaNoWriMo. But I’m going to blame it on my cat. But who can blame me? I mean, look at those eyes.
So you know those things that you kind of maybe think about for a while and then just jump into head first? Well NaNoWriMo was that for me. I didn’t even really think about it until the night before Halloween.
And now that I”m successfully 15,000 words behind on my “next great novel,” my mind told me that I wasn’t busy enough. That I didn’t have enough stress right now.
So then how did I over come that? How did I make that better? I went out and bought a cat.
Yes, a living, breathing cat. Very alive.
Believe me, I never thought I’d hear those words come out of my mouth. But what better way to catch up on my NaNo word count that with a cat sitting on my lap?
See, it’s like we’re on the same wavelength or something! Happy writing!
I gave up on NaNoWriMo early last week. That’s old news.
Between work and paying the bills and keeping my life in order and watching TV and doing crafts off Pinterest, I decided that NaNo was just something I couldn’t do.
But today, a door slammed in my face. (This is my metaphorically, not literal, realization.) Today is exactly halfway through November. And sure, I may have fallen a little behind on some of my writing. But that doesn’t mean I can’t still make it.
Someone kindly reminded me that even if I don’t hit that 50,000 word mark, I’ve still come up with an idea for a book and took time to write something about it. And as a writer, that’s a start. That’s what NaNoWriMo is about.
So i feel kind of crazy right now, and I’ll admit that I only have 18,000 words, but I’m not giving up. So watch out NaNoWrimo 2015. You didn’t scare me off that quickly. I’m still going to write. Because that’s what I am: a writer.
I was up late writing last night, frantically trying to catch up on my word count. Have you ever tried writing when you falling asleep? And your real world and dream world begin to blend together?
Well I woke up to this line of dialogue from last night. I’m not even sure where I was going with it. The two characters were just discussing a concert…….
“I’m beginning to think one of us is cursed, because every time we meet it involves some kind of detox and a cleansing ritual. And I can feel you rolling your eye, but you’re not allowed to do that until you’ve tried at least one.”
“Okay,” I grunted, not quite sure how we got into this in-depth conversation about my minor gym staff member. I was ready to leave.
Here’s a sneak peek of my novel for NaMoWriMo.
Most great works of fiction end with a kiss. All of the hidden tension in the novel leads up to that final climax: the kiss between the two main characters. But if you’re smart, you realize that the ending is always pre-established on the first page. You meet the first two characters, and right there you know they’re going to end up together.
But this is not another love story. This is my story. And my story begins with a kiss. I’m just going to give it to you right off the bat. The kiss—it happens. There’s not surprise. No sequestered sexual tension, amped up over chapters and chapters. The kiss you’ve been waiting for, it’s already over.
So now you, the reader, can get over it. Please, just get over it and concentrate on that actual story. Listen to me. Kara. Because I think I have some pretty interesting things to say.
And if that’s not enough of a reason, just remember this: In real life, there aren’t always happy endings.
I should be writing right now. I mean, NaNoWriMo day two and everything.
I’m not sure how this happened, but I seem to have less words right now than I had yesterday. I hit that glorious 1,700 word mark before I went to bed. But then I committed the biggest no-no. I used the backspace button.
I’ll pause so everyone has sufficient time to gasp.
You okay now?
Ready for my dilemma? Now I have even more to write tonight. Someone tell me it’s too soon to give up. Right? We’ll go with that.
It’s the first day of NaNoWriMo and I’m off to a great start. And by a great start, I mean I finally opened a Microsoft Word document and wrote out the first line. And I think it’s a pretty strong first line.
So 50,000 words divided by 30 days. That approximately 1,667 words a day for the entire month. So I could just call today good and divide the rest of the 1,667 words over the remaining 29 days, right? Do you see how great I am at procrastinating?
So sit back, relax, and watch this trainwreck unfold. I mean, follow me on my journey as I attempt to write a novel. One day down. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
There’s something romantic about leaving your love at a bus stop
The rain beating down on your umbrella
the pitter patter matching the beat of your heart
warm hands laced together, intertwined
as you feel the minutes
When I say romantic, I mean heartwrenching
three days out of the year
I have the strongest relationship ever
but the bus pulls up, treading on water
and my life converts to a series of files
megabytes and gigabytes
stored in the digital realm
a voice floating in the void
sound waves sent through space
And we stand at the bus stop
in the pouring rain
and for a moment I forget
I forget what it’s like to be alone
I forger what it’s like to have a virtual girlfriend
trapped on the other side of the phone
But still, there’s something romantic about leaving your love at a bus stop
I was coloring before it was cool. The comforting smell of crayola crayons. That large box complete with a sharpener in the back. The feeling of a freshly-sharpened colored pencil meeting the paper. Growing up, I loved coloring. And that love never dissipated.
I found that the best way to relieve stress when I was in college was through coloring. I’d sit with girls on my floor and we’d just talk and color.
Now adults coloring books are trending. The #1 and #2 best-selling books on Amazon right now are coloring books. You might laugh, but there’s actually some science behind this trend.
We live in a digital society, spending all day seated behind a computer, working. And when we get home, we flip on the TV to unwind. But we’re not giving our brains the chance to unplug and recharge.
Coloring uses the creative side of your brain, a part that was often put on the back burner. It’s perfect to give your brain that mental rest it deserves. And you even get a pretty picture out of it.
If you want to find a coloring book for yourself, I love the ones by Johanna Basford. Enter her intricate world and see what you find.
Coloring also taps into another trending word: mindfulness. In a world that constantly goes, it’s easy to lose yourself. To forget who you are. So take a step back and look at yourself. Be conscious of who you are, emotionally, mentally, physically. Sometimes, it’s okay to take a deep breath and put yourself first.