I had no idea what I was thinking when I took the NANOWRIMO challenge. I think I spent an entire day wallowing, listening to Johnny Cash, believing that I had nothing worth writing about anymore. I almost declared myself retired there and then and threatened to never write another word. Of course, I was merely being a little over dramatic but after writing relentlessly for nearly five years, writing the same sort of thing day in day out I knew if I didn't find something different, something fresh to get excited over I may as well had snapped my pencil and said 'sod it.' So I did find something different and what with it being novel writing month, I thought I'd shake off the blues and give it a go, and so far it has been a breath of fresh air.
But 50.000 words in a month? It's day 18, and bear in mind I only started on the 4th, I have only just reached a measly 17.000 words. But it's 17.000 words of a new story I didn't have. So I guess that's something, right?
Me and writing have a love-hate relationship. Some days I love it some days I just want to drink green tea, listen to Johnny Cash or Elvis and not think about it, but subconsciously I do.I think I need writing more than it needs me.
“The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing… a special, indispensable form of talking to myself.” Oliver Sacks
But 50.000 words in a month? It's day 18, and bear in mind I only started on the 4th, I have only just reached a measly 17.000 words. But it's 17.000 words of a new story I didn't have. So I guess that's something, right?
Me and writing have a love-hate relationship. Some days I love it some days I just want to drink green tea, listen to Johnny Cash or Elvis and not think about it, but subconsciously I do.I think I need writing more than it needs me.
“The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing… a special, indispensable form of talking to myself.” Oliver Sacks