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Today will be my last day of making copies. I will send them off tomorrow and get paid one last time and then I will be done. One last time. One last copy shift. I can't tell you how badly I want to blow it off and do it tomorrow. Or never. Its unclear if that will happen. Maybe I will split it in two. Ugh. I so don't want to do this, which is why I quit it, but now I'm wishing I'd just quit it completely and never signed on for a last shipment to get the few hundred bucks I need. Ok, suck it up Raymond. Put some fun songs on the ipod and make it happen like Mariah Carey.
So, five years ago yesterday, I was on the train going to a doctor's appointment (this was back when I had to be in the office every two weeks to get a shot) and I read a tiny two paragraph 'article' in the recently released RedEye or Red Streak, because back then there were two crappy dailys. And it was about National Novel Writing Month, and it was starting tomorrow. I thought, huh, I should do that next year. Except the next day I went to work and it was November 1st and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
penpusher made a post announcing he was doing it and so I said, fck it! Me too! And I did. I started writing and didn't know what the hell it was going to be about, but I got 1500 words done and on the train ride home, suddenly it all appeared to me, what my novel was about. I wrote it all, all 50,000 damn words, and I finished with hours to spare -- I crossed the line at noon on November 30th. MelRo and I had driven to her family in Philadelphia for thanksgiving, so I even lost time with travel, but I did it.
And so it all began. Up to that point, I had written no significant fiction, I didn't even really think about being a writer, except it also made total and complete sense. I had been observing, scribbling, reading, thinking in story form my whole life. I almost double-majored in English in college, but didn't because I wanted no requirement courses, just the ones for pleasure. I avoided the writing courses because they scared me, as I had no faith in myself for having talent in that area. But sitting down and writing 50,000 words in a month, and having half a dozen friends read along as I did it, and to enjoy it, well, I found some faith in myself. Enough to carry me to grad school.
Since 2002 I've thought of doing NaNoWriMo again, I've even started a couple times, but never really got it going, it always felt more like something I wanted to do again and maybe should do again, but the timing was off. I'm still not really doing it this year either, because I'm not following the rules, I have already started this novel. But! I will be drawing upon the collective energy of a nation filled with furious typing to put on paper all the stuff from my outline and brain from this draft, to complete this raw collage of words that I will then reassemble and dis-assemble to making a working and readable first draft by the end of 2007, and so, in the next 20 days, I pledge I will write 25,000 words.
Which means, I should probably get started on that right now.
So, five years ago yesterday, I was on the train going to a doctor's appointment (this was back when I had to be in the office every two weeks to get a shot) and I read a tiny two paragraph 'article' in the recently released RedEye or Red Streak, because back then there were two crappy dailys. And it was about National Novel Writing Month, and it was starting tomorrow. I thought, huh, I should do that next year. Except the next day I went to work and it was November 1st and
penpusher made a post announcing he was doing it and so I said, fck it! Me too! And I did. I started writing and didn't know what the hell it was going to be about, but I got 1500 words done and on the train ride home, suddenly it all appeared to me, what my novel was about. I wrote it all, all 50,000 damn words, and I finished with hours to spare -- I crossed the line at noon on November 30th. MelRo and I had driven to her family in Philadelphia for thanksgiving, so I even lost time with travel, but I did it. And so it all began. Up to that point, I had written no significant fiction, I didn't even really think about being a writer, except it also made total and complete sense. I had been observing, scribbling, reading, thinking in story form my whole life. I almost double-majored in English in college, but didn't because I wanted no requirement courses, just the ones for pleasure. I avoided the writing courses because they scared me, as I had no faith in myself for having talent in that area. But sitting down and writing 50,000 words in a month, and having half a dozen friends read along as I did it, and to enjoy it, well, I found some faith in myself. Enough to carry me to grad school.
Since 2002 I've thought of doing NaNoWriMo again, I've even started a couple times, but never really got it going, it always felt more like something I wanted to do again and maybe should do again, but the timing was off. I'm still not really doing it this year either, because I'm not following the rules, I have already started this novel. But! I will be drawing upon the collective energy of a nation filled with furious typing to put on paper all the stuff from my outline and brain from this draft, to complete this raw collage of words that I will then reassemble and dis-assemble to making a working and readable first draft by the end of 2007, and so, in the next 20 days, I pledge I will write 25,000 words.
Which means, I should probably get started on that right now.
