This past week, I found myself facing a dilemma.
Nanowrimo is ending, and I haven’t finished my project. It’s okay because Nano did what I wanted it to, and it got me writing. More than that, it got me thinking even harder about my future as a writer.
A few months ago, after a lot of thinking and soul-searching, I decided I wanted to go back to graduate school to pursue a MA in Book Publishing. This was a critical decision for me as I originally moved here for a completely different graduate program. However, I decided that writing is too important to me to not be a focus in my life, and that I have spent too much of my life with writing on the back burner. I always wanted writing to be a part of my life, but I always pushed it aside while I focused on other things that I perceived as “more important” or “more practical.” Continue reading “Crossroads”
I’ve been thinking a lot about first lines. It all began last week when I started reading Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel García Márquez. The first line was so beautiful I reread it several times, and only after a few pages did I fully understand it.
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
I can’t stop thinking about this line. I hear in my head constantly; there’s something about it that just sticks with you. Continue reading “First Lines”
That’s how many words I need to write a day to finish my Nanowrimo project on time.
It’s day 11, and by the end of today I should have written 18,337 words. So far, I have written 4,216. Needless to say, I’m a little behind.
I could make excuses about how my work schedule’s been crazy, and I’ve been tired. Or about how there was other things to do, and how I can’t focus as well when my boyfriend’s home. But none of that matters. It’s in the past now. Continue reading “2,290”
I’m not a fast writer. It is day four of Nanowrimo, and I’m only at 2,040 words. But I’m not discouraged. I’ve had work and other responsibilities, and it’s just the beginning.
Sometimes I feel like writing is like encountering a stopped up faucet, or a or leaking damn. At first only a little bit of water gets through. But over time, the strength of the water overcomes its barrier and pushes its way through, until the water is moving at full force. Words are like water. They’re powerful. Sometimes when you start out, the words are lost to you. They only trickle out. But the more you work on something the more easily the words come, and then they come out full force.
Right now, I feel like my words are blocked, but that they are trying to get out. I think with persistence they will come.
My goals for Nanowrimo go beyond just writing 50,000 words by the end of the month. In fact, whether or not I actually write that many words is my least priority. For me, this month is about building focus and consistency, about learning discipline. I want to see what I can do.
Besides, I still have 26 more days.