I admit it: I’ve been horrible at updating lately. I’m really, really sorry, and I promise to be more faithful! There’s been a lot going on in my life, but it looks like it’s going to quiet down finally. Here’s a quick update on me:
- Camp NaNoWriMo for April – It was rough going for the first few days, but I finally found the rhythm of my plot and characters. After a long writing day yesterday, I’m actually ahead of schedule!
- I’ve started to prepare for my classes I’m teaching next year, which means a lot of the books I review will be older/classics. Enjoy!
- I was offered the position of Algebra II tutor in addition to my literature classes, so I’ll be pretty busy next semester!
- I started a new program that helps speed up my metabolism by changing what foods I eat together and how often I eat them. In one month, I’ve lost two inches from my waist! Here’s the link, if you want to check it out. The first two weeks are a dollar still, I believe.
That’s all I can think of for now that’s been really exciting.
During NaNo this month, I’ve come to a realization: writing is not always fun. There, I said it. Sometimes I really want to throw my laptop out of the window. My characters wouldn’t cooperate, the plot was a little muddled, and it would have been much easier to just skip a day and put it off. And then do the same thing, over and over… Until it’s a year later and I’m still wondering why my life is heading nowhere.
That’s why I’m thankful for Nano: I hate to lose. I refuse to not hit 50K. So, I’ve forced myself to sit down, every day, no matter how long it takes, and crank out those 1667 words. Once I find my rhythm, after slogging through the first few hundred words at a snails pace, I find my excitement, and I can write faster and more clearly. They’re not all pretty, some may only make sense to me (and even that’s questionable), but I have them on paper. I can edit all I want later, but there’s no editing to do if the story is still trapped in my head.
So, yeah, writing is not always fun. At first I thought, “maybe writing really isn’t what I want to do for a living,” but then I realized something. Writing, just like everything else, takes work. If every author put off writing when the plot splits off in eighty different directions, or a character is being a pain in the rear, would we have half of the books that exist in our world?
Sometimes, you just have to sit down, bang your head against the keyboard for a bit, take a nap, and then refocus and write your damn novel, because no one else is going to write it for you.