madpoet

i tried; i gave up.

okay, so it’s not really as bleak as all that.  it turns out that i can’t do everything all at once and that, this year, national novel writing month was the one thing that i couldn’t fit on my plate.  instead, i’m going to FINALLY get a small collection of my poetry together (i’ve been trying to do this for three years now) so i can share a little bit of what i do with people.  i can tell it was the right decision (thanks, alex, for listening) because i’m sitting at my keyboard feeling happy instead of like the weight of the world is on my back, trying to crush the life out of me.  it’s a good thing to look forward to m creative projects instead of dreading them…

i am so far behind in my word count and i’ve been dreaming about throwing in the towel for a week now.   i keep trying to remind myself about my previous accomplishments, how i condensed nanowrimo into 20 days last year and how i can damn well catch up seeing as how i have two whole weekends before the end of it all.  it’s hard to be your own cheerleader when you’re busy trying to think of how to make your plot more interesting.  or at least longer.  *sigh*  i even tried to revive my spirits by taking myself to barnes & noble, sure that it would soothe and refresh me.  instead, i left defeated and empty handed.  they didn’t have one thing that i was looking for.  guess i’ll be doing some online shopping the next time i’m in front of a computer and i don’t have to be writing…

i hate it when life interferes with noveling.  stupid things like work and sleep.  stupid.   behind.  i’m up to just over 13,000 words (just) and am meeting up with the beer nerds tomorrow for a little brainstorming.  who knows, they may just be helping me write my novel this year.  hey, if what you’re doing isn’t working, try anything else, right?

mur.  not much for a word count today.  off to a slow start i guess.  doesn’t help that i spent the morning finishing up at alex’s so his tenant could move in to a clean place, then came home to a room with no desk in it (hope to remedy that tomorrow) and a cat that desperately needed all of my attention right now.  *sigh*  of course, when i went to log my word count on the web site, it kept timing out.  gee, do you think there are a lot of people on that site right now?  so, instead of logging an official word count, however meager it may be, i’m bitching about it on my blog.  and now i need to go make some dinner so that alex & i can head out east for dano & stephanie’s party.

if anyone’s looking for me during the month of november, chances are that i’ll be super-caffeinating myself in one of the many local cafes. or hiding under my bed, mumbling about plot devices and character development. either way, national novel writing month 2008 (10th anniversary edition!) is about to begin. look for me again in december.

spontaneous poetry happened for the first time in i don’t know how long.  and i’m gearing up for another nanowrimo.  could it be that i might just start living up to my nickname again?

i think i may have finally figured out how to set up my room for maximum efficiency and comfort.  i’ll finish setting this arrangement up and see how i feel after living with it for a few weeks.  it already feels better than what i had before, i just need to finish so i can get the full effect.  back to it so maybe i can enjoy some of my long weekend before it’s over…