Originally published at Seducing Seshat. You can comment here or there.
Midnight combined with a somewhat insane Saturday got me started with a decent word count. I stayed late in my office this morning and wrote another hour, boosting my word count over 8000, which I’m very happy with. And yes, I do end sentences with prepositions. So what?
Thus far, health concerns have kept me from doing a really manic kind of NaNo, but I’m keeping up pretty well, considering. I don’t think I’ll be staying out late after the first midnight kick off though–that was a bad plan!
More importantly, I have rediscovered the joy of writing again. I suppose every writer does, every time they move away and get back to it. I’m encouraged by Ariel Gore, who says (heavily paraphrased) that casting off convention and being a writer of your own definition is not only acceptable but desirable. I like the way she suggests you f convention and go for it, however you want to do “it.” I might have a tiny problem with getting caught up in doing things the “right” way, rather than my own joyous way. Maybe.
Anyway some smart ass said I was writing my own version of the Silmarillion this year, and it is true only tangentially but I did bail on the “novel set in WWII idea” pretty quickly. I decided to do some exploration–what better time than NaNoWriMo to explore themes and ideas that have developed for me as I wrote in the past, to write badly and get myself dirty in the world rather than focusing on business and getting published and that conventional brass ring?
So I wrote the creation of the universe. And I’m writing the creation of the universe as my characters know it, which is another creation. And I’m gonna write some dirty, hawt, dirty dirty sex. Because I’m in the mood for it (the writing or the sex? You decide.) Remember Rashad? Oh he’s suuuuuuuuch a dominant, though that never really came out in the novel. Mrow. This is so much damn fun it should be illegal. And that is why I started writing. It is too much narrative and too many adverbs and waaaaaaay too much randomness, but I DON’T CARE. It’s fun. Maybe I’ll do podcasts so all who want to can here my overblown narrative creation story. Hee!
In other news, I’m still in pain and having a hard time being consistent with anything. Bleh.
