Way back in the 12, I did my first NaNoWriMo. The lovely Mrs. Portmandia had been writing and I decided to join her in the attempt to write a book in 30 days. I hadn’t written anything longer than a blog post in 20 years, but I wrote a 50k word manuscript that didn’t completely suck. It might never see the light of day, but writing that manuscript rekindled my desire to write. So I did it again this last November. I wrote 50k words and I’ve been on a bit of a writing hangover ever since.
I went for another long run this morning. Just like last week’s long run, I looked off into the distance and couldn’t believe that I would make it. I did. I ran my eight and a half miles. On the way though I spent a lot of time thinking about writing. Last night I had a few friends over to talk about NaNoWriMo, and as I ran I couldn’t help but wonder what running could teach me about writing.
While I was out on a run Monday, I had three things going through my head. I was disappointed that I didn’t have a blog post scheduled for Monday, but I’d spent my evening playing Civ V and I really didn’t have much to kvetch about. I was steeping in my usual disdain for cyclists who wear black from head to toe in low-visibility conditions. The biggest thing on my mind was the run though, and that really came into focus as I turned a corner and saw a bridge in the distance. I thought for a second that there was no way that I could run that far, but then I realized that I’d actually be running past that bridge and over the one after that before beginning to turn home.
Over the past few months, I’ve started a couple of draft posts that haven’t gone anywhere useful. The first one was just some stupid monologue about running that was so full of narcissistic bullshit that I almost puked when I read it back to myself. I’m honestly not sure what filters were missing that day to even allow such idiocy, but I’ve safely banished it to the dustbin. The other post was little more than a title, but it too is now lost to the void.
November was a busy month of keyboard tapping for me. I wrote a novel as part of National Novel Writing Month. It sounds untrue as I say it, but actually did it. I wrote a 50,000 word manuscript. I managed to write more than I have ever written before, and an easy order of magnitude more than I have written in the last 20 years. Continue reading WriMo
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.