First, total exercise in defeat. Example… I intended (with strong convictions that it would
actually happen) to write this post for… are you ready?… Friday morning! Bwa HA ha ha
ha! And I believed it when I started
this post! *guffaw! chortle!* My god, I kill myself. I really, really do.
Second, I think it’s a noble endeavor – my hat is off to all
who are participating – and one I would probably attempt if… (example #2)… I
didn’t have the fricking novel I haven’t finished! Not even close to finishing. Really, I’m starting to give myself a
complex. (Us anal types are so guilt-ridden.)
Besides the novel, I also have to
finish…
Two short stories
Two children’s books – but not picture books, more like
novella length middle school kid’s books that could also be turned into
charming animated movies (you know, when Pixar shows up with a bucket-load of
money)
Several new poems
And The Archiving of Old Poems Project – (it really deserves
all those capitals)
All of these are projects that I’ve actually started
writing, too… not just “ideas”. Can you
see why even the idea of attempting NowBloWroMo makes me dissolve into insane
giggles? I can overload myself just fine
on my own.
I thought briefly about joining NaNoWrMo, but decided it
might behoove me (I like to behoove myself) to participate unofficially since my writing track record of late has not been so
good. I mean, fuck, I can’t even manage
to blog in a timely manner. (Really, I
do much better when an imposable deadline is breathing down my neck.)
(Ironically (or perhaps appropriately?), even with all these
personal projects, once all the non-personal “critical deadlines” are over, I
flounder. Takes me a while to figure out
“what to do next”. Then I feel guilty
for reading a book or watching movies all weekend. Is that psychologically fucked up, or what? Damn adult self-awareness. I’m not crazy! Mom, all I want is a Pepsi!)
Why am I babbling about this? I don’t know… it seemed blogworthy Friday
morning. That’s probably another issue… subject choices.
Coming soon… something about mammaries! – wg
Mammaries always make good blog topics.
I’m not a writer. I couldn’t do the writing a novel thing, but the posting every day? I could. But that’s not why I blog. I blog because I feel like there’s something I want to say. It seems weird to give myself a deadline and everything. So that’s why I’m not doing it. (not like you asked)
You know how little I blog on a regular basis. And I’m one of those needing a deadline burning my ass to get moving as well. Don’t know if I’ll make it through the whole month, but I’m giving it a shot. And whatever you write – or should I say whenever you write – it’s always entertaining to read! 🙂
I know exactly what you mean when you say you “flounder” after finishing a deadline project. I am the same way! It’s because I’ve been hurtling toward the finish line and once I finish… I CRASH for a couple days until a new deadline approaches.
You’re such a busy person. I don’t know how you could have even thought for one moment that you’d have time to do that “NaBloWrMe” thing!
What’s that? Oh, you’re trying to sing like the lads in the hills. I’ll get you started.
Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray…
OK, I can’t do it either. BTW, I forgot that Lucia’s dad wanted me to give you the message about November being some kind of write a novel over the course of each day of the month. Guess I’ll miss you at the holidays with this new task, eh? Good luck!
I couldn’t do the NaNoWriMoFoSho. NoCanDoe.
Sounds like you’ve got a bunch of unfinished projects. Good luck with that.
I’m writing a novel as well (I think most of us bloggers are). I’m fortunate to have gotten the green light on my project from a publisher.
That’s pretty good incentive for me to get it done. Deadlines work wonders.