Back in the Black Friday

Okay, not an entirely truthful title—I’ve been ahead of par for NaNo all month—but one that a) describes to a T my usual NaNo route, and b) too pleasing to me not to use.   Yes, ahead of par all month. First time in seven years of NaNo-ing. I super emoji-heart my not-outline method I…

Day 7 and I Promised an Update

Pt 2. Day 7. I’m 21,000 words in. Experiencing casualty in my plotting, character motivation, and subplots. Going balls out on the thematic understory. Yeah, I’m plowing straight and harvesting Big NaNo this year. The not-outline, scene list works for me. Guideposts without any quality expectations. No transition or what’s next slow-downs. Yeah, I’m going…

NaNoWriMo: Day 3

Each NaNo I try something new. Sometimes a new genre, sometimes with a self-imposed rule like writing without using to-be, sometimes something I just don’t wanna write to see if I can make a go of it. This year, I wanted to try something that will benefit my writing all year long. I thought long…

Ultimate Pantsing

NaNoWriMo approaches, and as usual I am totally unprepared. Unlike my ordinary, everyday state of unpreparedness, my NaNoWriMo unpreparedness is on purpose. With my writing, I am quasi-perfectionist. I can’t call myself a perfectionist in good conscience because my writing is never perfect. Oh, but I try. I will dilly with word choice, and dally…

Of Leaps and Lacks of Faith

  Spend any amount of time on Pinterest searching for shirtless Chris Hemsworth, and Pinterest will eventually force horizons-expanding upon you. Not the good kind: shirtless Sebastian Stan, shirtless Tom Hardy, shirtless Evans & Pine. Shirtless Turkish models with intensely blue eyes.   No, Pinterest will swamp your screen with QUOTES. As a slinger of…

Stream of Babble.

  Tonight, I am angry. I’m a sticky mess of hurt-for-real and wallowing in butthurt. So much butthurt. I want to be eating nachos and drinking something fizzy that fucks up my equilibrium. I want to cast off my damnable workpants. I scream at the moon and a handful of select dillwads. I want to…

The Hazards of Being a Writer

Last Saturday morning, I had a great writing session– one of those magic bouts in which the muse of Quality embraces the muse of Quantity and they dance for hours to the music of my fingers tapping upon my keyboard.   As I stood, after several creatively fulfilling hours, basking in the glow of my…

First Sighting of Pumpkin Spice in the Wild.

  At the grocery store yesterday, August 21st, I saw a container of pumpkin spice yogurt. The first of the season. Cinnamon and clove-scented thrills shudder through me. Though I have a rule: no pumpkin spice before labor day. Mainly so I don’t get orange stains on my summer whites, but also because pumpkin spiced…

She Doesn’t Sling Ink at the Seashore

Sorry for the late post. I am operating on sea shore time, which is told in tides not hours. Also, in its odd way, vacation time is busier than real life time. Museums! Bonfires! Bowling! Sunsets to watch and sunrises to meet. Wine! My birthday! Adorable nieces and nephews who need ice cream cones. Extended…

Draft Dodging

Supposedly, everyone hates their first drafts. Hate seems too gentle a word for the aversion I feel towards a draft going badly. Also, I’ve never been one to settle for just one overwrought emotional reaction. Self hate is a great start. Now add on shame. Despair! Downward Spiraling! Frustration! Complete collapse of Maslow’s Hierarchy of…