Do you ever have one of those days where you’re all set to get work done, and you actually do get work done, but once you get all the very important things done, you just lose all motivation?
That’s exactly where I’m at right now.
I should have walked away from the computer, but I’m still compelled to feel like I’m doing something – so why not blog?
I woke up late and ever since then, I haven’t been able to really function at a normal human level.
I got up and headed out to take some pictures, and not one – not ONE – was suitable for a Zazzle product.
In fact, the only picture I really liked was the one I posted here – out of the 50 or so that I snapped.
But who wants a dead tree stump for a card?
I guess you can’t win every time.
But, I gotta say, this photo really reflects my mood today.
Not because it’s Halloween. We live out in the country. If there were a trick or treater that came to our door, I imagine it would be some kid with a BB gun dressed up as a ghost with his redneck mom’s sheets.
Oops. I didn’t just say that.
We already went to a Halloween party the other night so I’m not that anxious to go out tonight.
But back to the photo. See, it’s a tree stump from when the electric company came and had to cut down a bunch of trees to make sure that they don’t fall on power lines when it snows.
It wasn’t cut all the way and the little fibers that held the tree broke off as it fell, which is what you see in the picture.
Growing on the stump, already, are two different plants – and maybe young leaves from the original tree.
Cool how life does that.
I think I need to regenerate. Feeling a bit devoid of the creative juices.
It doesn’t help that NaNoWriMo is starting tomorrow.
Yeah, I’m supposed to write 2,000 words as the start to my novel in the morning.
I’ve told people I’m doing it.
I’m gonna do it.
But, um, how are you supposed to open an epic novel?
I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.
I found a little relief in a book I’ve been perusing called “Becoming a Writer” by Dorothea Brande.
She and I could be friends. She tells me that I’m the “uneven writer” whereupon I’ve actually started a novel before, but couldn’t sustain the story line after a few pages.
In my case, I started with a story about a Native American boy. Went for 40 pages. Then, I fizzled out. I actually lost interest in my own story.
Now, that is sad when I can’t sustain my own interest.
But, that’s what an “uneven” writer is: “the inability to carry a story, vividly but perfectly apprehended , to a successful conclusion,” according to Brande.
One remedy to overcome this obstacle – which mostly afflicts newer writers – is to learn some tricks of the trade.
Can I hire a magician? I want his tricks. Like now.
It’s a good thing I’m not employed as a tightrope walker. Given my tendency for the “uneven” I would have fallen off that rope and (hopefully) hit the net. The people would have demanded their money back and my sequined tightrope suit would be marred with the embarrassment of bad balance.
Whoa. How did I end up talking about circus characters?
So, on the eve of novel-writing mania, I’m going to promise myself one thing: to keep writing, come hell or high water.
If you’re participating in NaNoWriMo, you’re not supposed to edit the story until December and beyond.
Crap. What if I’m on p. 75 and I need to go back to p. 30 to add a foreshadowing scene?
Well, maybe I’ll just make it all part of the story anyways.
Oh lordy, I fear there will be many days I’ll be writing gibberish. At least they’ll be words.
One last note: I’ll be setting up a “photo log” of pictures I take after I’ve completed my writing task for the day.
It could be me, my notes, my insanity (if you can capture an image of that) or whatever other thing is relevant. Not sure how that’ll work, but it’ll be an interesting experiment.
Happy writing into novela oblivion…