365/366
all I’ve done this week
is read and write, write and read
complete perfection
366/366
in conclusion, I
share with you this post about
Kerouac’s haiku
365/366
all I’ve done this week
is read and write, write and read
complete perfection
366/366
in conclusion, I
share with you this post about
Kerouac’s haiku
358/366
week 52! and
so, at long (very long) last,
we approach ‘the end’
359/366
what started out fun
has become daily torture
(slight hyperbole)
360/366
eggnog coffee and
The Log crackling on TV
peaceful quiet calm
361/366
reading, puttering
at the end of each chapter
savoring a book
362/366
new rule! no starting
a new book till I’ve read this
stack of magazines.
363/366
the grocery store
is always out of sourdough
…something I should know?
364/366
I wish The Log was
available all year or
at least all winter…
351/366
Sunday at five, all
errands and chores done. wait, the
weekend is over
352/366
ok, I’m going
to do this: powering through
one more article.
353/366
does coolness outweigh
tedium of formatting?
I cannot decide.
354/366
annual snow day
slushy ruts, giant puddles
squishy-soaky feet
355/366
it’s a very good
thing this is almost over
I’m boring myself
356/366
it’s the end of the
world as we know it and I
feel fine! (not dead yet)
357/366
the days are short but
feel even shorter when the
sun hides behind clouds
344/366
birthday shopping in
December is always a
strange experience
345/366
hello post office
aren’t you an exciting place
on December 10?
346/366
warning: this “express”
lane is only express if
you’re tortoise, not hare
347/366
running in the dark?
beware of inattentive
drivers running reds
348/366
apparently this week
I’m addicted to pudding.
I guess that’s ok.
349/366
an unstated goal:
1,000 tweets by year-end
reached on 12/14.
350/366
down the street, made of
Christmas lights, a menorah.
tonight, all aglow.
337/366
too many things to
do — just keep swimming — the list
it is bottomless
338/366
that first time you dig
your thumb into the peel of
a mandarin orange
339/366
sometimes tv in
the background can be good for
productivity
340/366
December issue
done by Friday? I think I
can I think I can…
341/366
promptly at 8, the
noise begins, a whirring sound
like a leaf blower
342/366 omg, it does exist…
slanted rain, darkness.
then, sun comes out; the mountains
wear coats of fresh snow
343/366
someone’s having a
party people spilling in
to the street laughing
The December 2012 issue of Toasted Cheese is up for your reading pleasure.
I have a couple things in it here and here. Didn’t plan on that, but everyone else was busy, so you get a double dose of me. Think of it like extra sriracha on your eggs, if you’re into that sort of thing.
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It’s time to start scheduling for 2013, so if you’re interested in writing an article for Absolute Blank or a review for Candle-Ends, do let me know.
My novel word count for November ended up being 23,768. That averages to 792 words/day, but the reality was some days I wrote some days I wrote more and others less.
Out of curiosity, I also did a rough count of all the other words I wrote over the month (my AB article, blog posts, posts at TC, etc.) and that all added up to 12,505 miscellanous words. Not to mention whatever I added to my dissertation (ongoing, so I don’t have a monthly word count).
So, not 50k, but still a lot of words. Onto my next goal.
In September, I did the 167-word a day mini-nano challenge, writing fiction (a short story), and that was a piece of cake. In fact, most days I wrote more than the goal amount and ended up with 7,653 words (average 255 words/day). So in October, I took on the 250 words a day challenge, this time working on non-fiction (personal essay/cnf). Final word count: 8,597 (277 words/day average). Again, the word count wasn’t a problem. At the beginning, I found using this method of writing in chunks less satisfying for non-fiction than fiction, but I think I found my footing by the end of the month. Use it as a time to get ideas on the page rather than trying to create a coherent narrative from the start.
Then NaNoWriMo. I had some story breakthroughs, which was awesome. But I was also trying to work on my dissertation and write an AB article (it’s one thing to fit nanoing in around other things, it’s another thing when those other things are also writing) and the word count just wasn’t happening. Because I knew I wasn’t going to hit the daily word count, my motivation to write every day was less than it had been in September and October. In short, though I wrote more (way more!) in November than I did in September & October, I was less disciplined about it, and maybe I’m weird, but this felt less satisfying.
For December, I’m taking on the 500 Words a Day Challenge. Since I managed 250+ daily over 2 months without difficulty, I figure I’m ready to take on a bit more, but at the same time, I want it to be a definitely-achievable goal. So, 2 pages. I can do that. Look, I’m already at 381. 😉
330/366
terrible tv
movies are so much better
when watched with twitter
331/366
something’s different
this time and, regardless of
wordcount, that’s a win.
332/366
look out the window
to see a crane swinging past
snow-dusted mountains
333/366
struggling to finish
absolute blank article
before end of month
334/366
“do you need any
holiday stamps?” the clerk at
the post office asks
335/366
article: complete.
“keeping a commonplace book”
will sleep well tonight
336/366 NONSENSE HAIKU!*
pose, frozen river
pink lemonade with cherries
sulky kitty preys
*inspired by this random line: kitty pink lemonade river poses prayers cherries sulky frozen
I have a new article up at TC: “Keeping a Commonplace Book.”
When I was eleven, my godmother gave me a hardcover notebook. Inside the front cover, she wrote: “It can be a diary, whatever you like!” It turned into whatever I liked.
The first surviving page—there are several torn out at the beginning, evidence of false starts made before I figured out what use to put the book to—is a list of potential character names: first names on one side, last names on the other. There are also lists of Likes (cities, peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, reading uncensored books), Dislikes (being serious, snow, people who borrow stuff permanently), Quotes (‘three can keep a secret as long as two of them are dead’), Vocab (made-up or repurposed words a la Urban Dictionary), amongst others. These lists weren’t created all at once, but compiled over years, added to one or two items at a time. My favorite of these is the one titled Words, a list of words I liked, often more for their sound than their meaning: eclectic, elfin, exquisite, eloquent; crinkly, quirk, corrupt, cajole; shimmery, psyche, sepulchral, sinuous. Others seem more prophetic or insightful: scribe, judicial, introspective, and provocative (twice).
I have to say, it feels different this time. The project I’m working on is the novel I first started playing around with when I was 13ish (all copies of that first version have been destroyed tyvm) because if I’m going to finish something it would be symbolic for it to be my actual first novel, and I’m all about the symbolism.
Characters, setting, conflict. I had all these. My problem was always, always, always plot. Once the dilemma was introduced, how do I get the characters out of it? It wasn’t that I didn’t have ideas. It was that I couldn’t decide which direction to go. All choices felt contrived. That was always the place where I stopped.
But several things have transpired since the last time I tried to finish this novel.
+ I’ve finished five half-marathons. Yadayadayada, lessons learned from long-distance running. I won’t bore you. But I think this has made a difference in how I approach novel-writing.
+ My life imploded. In the spirit of making lemonade out of lemons, I’ll just say I think this has been good for my writing. As Garrison Keillor once said, “Nothing bad ever happens to a writer; everything is material.”
+ I read The Art of Dramatic Writing and had this epiphany:
I debated over which thread to put this in (daily writing thread? this month’s AB thread? Art of Creative Writing thread?), but I was pretty sure I’d mentioned My Biggest Problem with Novel Writing somewhere here before, and so I searched for that and aha!
Beaver wrote: Thought the 2nd: I have a similar problem (I think) with novels wherein I cycle through various ideas for endings, but can never settle on one b/c each choice feels too arbitrary. (am I forcing it? is this the ‘right’ ending?) Well, thanks to Bellman, I’ve been reading The Art of Dramatic Writing and in one sentence (one! sentence!) on page 106 Lajos Egri has solved My Biggest Problem:
“The premise is a tyrant who permits you to go only one way — the way of absolute proof.”
Problem. Slayed.
So, now that My Biggest Problem has been solved, I need to work on my premises! Thanks, Bellman
+ I figured out my personality type, which it turns out, is one of the rarer ones. This discovery was kind of like when someone who has an identified illness finally puts a name to their disease. There’s a sense of relief: “Oh, so that’s why…” It doesn’t change anything, but somehow it helps to know that there’s a reason why I react differently than other people in various situations. I’m not just ‘doing it wrong’ (as I was always led to believe).
That got me thinking about my characters and their personality types and how different personalities would react when presented with a dilemma. So it was helpful on that level, in terms of figuring out whether a particular character would make choice X or choice Y. But it was also helpful in understanding myself and the major source of my writing frustrations, which is my desire for order/sense/logic conflicting with the way my brain jumps all over the place when I’m thinking about something.
+ I started using Scrivener. This month, when I sat down to work on my novel, I knew I didn’t want to start in the place where I’d always started before, rewrite the same scenes I’d written twenty-seven times before. I wanted to finish, and finishing meant moving forward. I thought about the Etgar Keret tip to “always start from the middle” and decided to make that my motto. I picked an arbitrary point to start the first day, and then, without really thinking about it, I just started writing random scenes because, with Scrivener, I could do that—without the project becoming an unwieldy mess. In other words, I could write non-linearly and still maintain order (= INTP happiness).
So if, during the day, I’m running through a particular scene in my head, instead of saying (as I would in the past), “ok, I know this happens sometime in the future, but I can’t write that yet, I have to get there first,” and then sitting down and trying to write whatever it is comes next, I’ve been sitting down and writing whatever it is I’ve been thinking about. Later I’ll organize these scenes, smooth out all the rough edges, fill in the gaps. But for now, I’m learning to work with my brain rather than fighting it. Thank you, Scrivener.
And as I said, it feels different. The characters are making decisions that feel right, not arbitrary. I’ve already resolved several issues that had long flummoxed me. I murdered some of my darlings. That includes some character names and the title. It needs a new one. As yogis say: let go of that which does not serve you—or in this case, the story.
I’m not worried about not reaching 50k by November 30. Another thing that feels different: this time, I feel like I’m going to make it to THE END.