All posts tagged: Writing

NaNoWriMo Tales 1: The First Week

It’s the end of my first week of NaNo-writing — or the start of my second, if you’d rather — and thus far, I have a grand total of…(drumroll)…11,535 words. It’s nothing to scoff at, but it’s not exactly near the 18,337 word count that I should have by now. You might ask: if I’ve got a ton of catching up to do, why am I wasting my time writing in my blog? I suppose the best answer would be that this serves as some sort of a warm-up exercise for me to get the my fingers tapping away at the keyboard and my brain juice flowing. As of this moment, the thoughts and words come in trickles rather than the much-anticipated torrents. I haven’t even started the real action in my story yet already I’ve come across that major villain called writer’s block. And my God, it’s a big one. So big that I’m actually considering doing an entire rewrite…which would probably amount to NaNo-suicide as that would mean starting off with nada once again. Nope, I don’t think …

Here’s to a month of crazy, manic writing

This is going to be a quick one. Somehow, I lost my mind two weeks ago and signed up to join NaNoWriMo 2012 for the first time. It’s a goal of mine to publish at least one novel in my lifetime, and I figured, what better time to start than NOW? Thing is, I’ve forever been starting a new novel, but never get around to actually finishing it. SO. 50,000 words in 30 days = 1667 words a day. Talk about a mind fart. I officially started last Thursday afternoon by jotting down a couple of words in my little notebook, then switched to typing on my iPhone’s Evernote application. You could say that I was distracted, as I had white sand between my toes and could hear the lure of the gentle waves of the beach. I managed to write what I later discovered what was almost a thousand words — a whole first chapter. That was November 1. Since then, I’ve only written a handful of sentences, when I should be nearing 6,667 …

It’s In The Cards

Before I start, let me say that everything I write is just based on my thoughts regarding my own experience. 🙂 When you were young, did you have that moment when your dad told you not to play with *those* cards because they were evil/wrong? I did. In the hazy recesses of my mind, I remember coming across a pack of tarot cards in one of our cabinets. Or maybe it was an ouija board. Now I’m second-guessing my somewhat unreliable memory. For the purpose of this entry, let’s say it was a tarot deck.

Here’s to committing!

There’s this friend I have whom I often tease about being flighty.  You know the type: one moment, she’s into, let’s say, a book club that she just joined. A week later, she’ll call and say that she’s not so sure it’s working for her; it’s taking up too much of her time; yadi yadi yah. Then the next time you meet up, she’ll be raving about how their book club has this upcoming event that she’s excited about…You know how it goes. It’s been a constant point of altercation for us, with me lecturing her about making a decision and sticking to it, and her saying that she can’t help it, she goes with her heart. Sometime between the launching argument and that nth sip of coffee, we’ll get into the “I can’t help it if you’re a square, control crazy person, while I’m the spontaneous, fun one” talk. Fun times.  (Haha, Cel if you’re reading is, this one’s for you–just ’cause I’m jealous of your freakin’ three months Eurotrip!) Well, I’ve just realized one …