But most of all, putting 50,000 words together into a format that resembles a novel is an enterprise that requires family support and buy-in. I’ve been traveling a lot more than usual this year and the request was, if I’m going to be traveling, please don’t do that writing thing. Me being away a week here and a few days there is burden enough. Add me being absent and cranky for a couple hours every evening when I am home, and it becomes too much. So there’s just no way this year, and I’m cool with it.
Too bad though because I not only enjoyed the camaraderie of fellow writers in the same pain (such as it can be shared across country) but I have an international high-tech thriller murder mystery going on in my head that has the potential for a shitload of sleazy sex. Some of it is so creepy I wanted to find out if I could even write it, or if it would just creep me out too much. I think I need to read more – a lot more – because I have no sense of what people actually write (and sell) these days. I suspect the market is a lot creepier and a lot sleazier than I can imagine. But who has time for any actual reading?
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...that has the potential for a shitload of sleazy sex.
You could always blog it. ;-)
Can you get even 15-20 minutes a few days a week? A half hour? You'd be surprised I think at how many thrillers you can get through in a short time with just a few minutes a day. I mean, being a fast read is part of what they're built on, after all.
And then once you've read, oh, fifty or a hundred, you can dedicate that half hour to writing instead. By then your family will be used to it.
Not to mention plane time. Don't buy in to that "work on the plane" shit. Plane time is your time.
As for NaNo, no special treatment for you: weenie.
Plane time is your time.
No lie. I usually write in journal. I've got reams of writing to do, just trying to process my personal life. That's what plane rides have turned out to be for of late.
no special treatment for you: weenie
No lie again. Today I'm starting to feel it, to feel I left myself out. It's only the 5th! Maybe ... But I will be doing other stuff the last two weekends of the year, plus Tgvg, and, well, you know. What you said.
I've got reams of writing to do, just trying to process my personal life.
You do that, too, eh? I always have, but the last couple of years have needed a lot more processing, hence reams and reams of writing all over the place. I have a private web journal and a regular journal, not to mention my THE PLAN journal, and whenever I don't have my journal with me or access to a computer, but find myself in a situation where I have some time to write, I'll use whatever I can find and then stuff it into my journal. We mustn't forget my blogging, either, wherein I occasionally show what's going on with me on a more personal level than usual.
I have the private online journal to hold those things that I wouldn't want possible prying eyes to see. Since most of what I write tends to be that these days, my regular journal is feeling neglected. I tried keeping regular journals to hold the online stuff, but was too paranoid they'd be discovered, so I ripped them up. But writing down all the gunk inside me helps to keep it from doing too much damage in the real world as well as allowing me to think through my confusions.
My wordcount sucked today. It is really stressful, and I've been snacking too much, but I think I have a good idea, so...
writing down all the gunk inside me helps to keep it from doing too much damage in the real world
If that's the goal I need to do a lot more writing. But I do what I can. Rather than writing a bad novel I am often living one. But only the main character is to blame; most of the supporting characters are fairly awesome people.
But only the main character is to blame
I feel that way, too, a lot, but should we blame, or do we perhaps expect too much of ourselves at times? I'm always afraid, though, that I may mistake what's best for me, and therefore those around me as well, as just pure selfishness, so I'll shoulder blame rather than take that chance.
It is a happy/sad coincidence for me that the situation best for my children just happens to be the one that enables me to spend the most money. Is it a trap? I guess so, of my own making. Is it an addiction/narcotic? Yes. But changing it would be more selfish.
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