Writing without Blogging

I’ve been pretty busy lately. Instead of blogging, I have been writing. I’ve been doing it every night lately. Sitting in my dim room at the computer typing away at the outline for a novel that I am going to write. That is why I haven’t been blogging. Well, that and the simple fact that I haven’t been doing much that is very notable to people who don’t know me personally. I miss blogging regularly, but damn, have I been busy.

I’ve always wanted to write. I don’t always enjoy it, but that has more to do with my tendency to dislike learning curves. I despise being bad at things: losing. Just ask my friends, I am a horrible loser. I’ve spent years of my adult life teaching myself stop being a pill about losing and I can still be an ass.

So here I am trying to write a novel. I haven’t written anything longer than a blog post since I was an angst ridden teenager. I wrote a lot of bad poetry and tortuous short stories that have been lost in the years, but nothing to prepare me for writing a novel. Now, Mrs. Portmandia has been writing her first novel and we have been talking a lot about the business of self publishing. The more we talk about her book, the more that I want to write my own.

I’ve been a gamer since I was a kid. I’ve always enjoyed role-playing games, of both the pencil & paper variety and video games. I love to develop characters and build fantastic worlds. My head is full of cool ideas for bad guys and guns and space ships and all the other strangeness that I’ve thought up over the years. I guess that it should be unsurprising that I would like to use these raw materials to write stories.

So that is what I have been doing. Every night, after my son goes to sleep, I sit at the computer and type. I’ve started with an outline, or maybe it could be better termed a brief, that describes, scene by scene, what will happen in my book. As of last night, the file has reached 11,000 words and I think that I am about two-thirds of the way through my story. I should have about 15k by the time I am finished, as well as a list of characters and some setting notes to keep them company. That is starting to feel like some output.

Next month is National Novel Writing Month. That is what I am going to try to do. I am going to write my novel in November. 50,000 words seems like a lofty goal, but after looking at how long my outline has gotten, it has started to seem doable. I suspect that I won’t be able to sleep or laze about as much as I am used to, but I’ll be doing my best to write 2000 words of draft every day. Yikes.

Now, I don’t actually expect this book to be any good. In fact, I strongly suspect that it will never see the light of day, but that isn’t precisely the point. If I can write a first novel, then I can write a second. That sophomore effort might actually be something that I want to show people. If I can make each book a bit better than the last, then maybe I’ll actually be a writer after all.