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.
So, I still haven’t been bloginating much lately. Honestly, I’ve been focusing on getting my feet back under me and nurturing my creative urges. I’ve been in the kitchen a lot, making pickles and canning. I’ve been writing a little too, but mostly working on an outline that I can use when NaNoWriMo comes around in a couple of months. To make matters worse, I’ve been muddled with business ideas that range from artisan distillery to indie publishing.
I’ve been thinking about writing a lot, ever since Mrs. Portmandia started writing her novel. I’d like to write more, but mostly I procrastinate my writing time away. As a result, more daunting projects never really get started (though I do have a few notes for a post-apocalyptic hipster novel). I’ve been trying to blog as much as possible, figuring that writing is writing, and that any time that I spend writing will help me build skill and be better. Last week it occurred to me that I might want to write for kids.
I saw a strange little tid bit the other day about productivity. Tim O’Reilly posted a bit of advice from The Information Diet, that we should strive to consume 10% and produce 90%. I’ve been letting this idea ferment for a while, and though I don’t agree with the numbers, I do agree with the principle.
This whole thing I’m doing here, blogging, is really just an exercise in learning to write. I’m not much of a writer. I’ve thought myself to be in the past, but I’ve lived long enough to know my faults. I’d like to be a better writer. I’d like to have the skill to put words to the page.