Sunday, November 29, 2009

I've decided that rather than look at this whole NaNo affair as a failure on my part, I'm going to look at it as the urging I needed to set me on a new path. I made it to 32,000 words. More words than I've ever written on one subject in my life. And I did all of that in under three weeks. That's not so shabby. My excuses for not striving harder are, essentially, death and family. Last week I flew home for what was supposed to be a pleasant few days with my family and then my high school reunion. While both of these things occurred, I also wound up attending the funeral of one of my classmates who died the Monday before the reunion. She was 34. Her daughter is 6. It's been a most bizarre occurrence on so many levels. Honestly, I wasn't very close to her. We were acquaintances. We attended the same parties in school and her group and my group blended and bled into another. She was a neighbor of one of my sisters for a few years, and my mom worked with her mom... That's what growing up in a small town is all about. But still, her death was a hard blow. A sucker-punch to the face courtesy of reality. One that left me reeling, that's for certain. I began doubting my story. Despising it's dishonesty and lack of integrity. In the past few days most of those feelings, the ones about my story, have subsided. But I'm still shakey and at odds about Jenny's death. Raw and un-nerved for her family and her close friends. Heartbroken for her daughter. Pissed that that goofy, salt of the earth girl has left everyone who loves her way too fucking soon.

As far as NaNo is concerned. I'll be back next year. As for my story. I still plan on plugging away, just not with the same balls-to-the-walls gusto as the previous few weeks.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving! Today I'm thankful for my folks and my family. For my John and my cats. For my relatively decent health and my sense of humor. For my friends both near and far, far away. I'm thankful for the invention of airplanes and ranch dressing and earplugs. I'm thankful for Birkenstocks and 800 thread count cotton sheets and fresh smelling babies and the BBC. I'm thankful that my Daddy says things like: "There was a woman inside that store that looked like a Holstein heifer. I don't know how she found a bra to fit her. I reckon she had to use a bed sheet. She was in there adjusting her boobs, she had one just about flopped out and she was gruntin' and going on and saying, 'Oh, Lord, I guess I need to fix these things.' And I told her, 'Honey, I'd like to help you but I just don't think I'm capable."
A scene from the reunion. I loves me some Sherry and Dusty.

A scene from Thanksgiving. Me and Kendall Ann.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

For anyone out there who may have thought otherwise, let me set you straight: Writing a book is some hard-ass shit. Maybe not so hard if you're a really good writer or if you've got a decent story to tell, but speaking on behalf of us with meager talent and even meagerer stories, I'm sticking with the above proclamation.

Thangs that've happened lately or are about to happen or I wish would happen:

Had to give Ernie a bath the other night at 11:30 because he ran inside all covered with what we thought at the time was blood (cue panic attack) but what turned out to be chokeberry juice. And I do mean covered. From the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail. He looked like he'd been shot. Turns out Ernie likes chasing mice through berry patches but doesn't like to get sprayed with the shower nozzle or dried with a hair dryer.

I'm on vacation all next week. Leaving for Lincoln County Tuesday and won't be back until Sunday. I'd like to give a shout out to my man John, who doesn't bitch all that much when I leave him home with five cats and a cabinet full of easy mac. He just bought a new iphone so he'll be happy and occupied for roughly 5 to 10 business days.

I'm 20,000 words into this soul-sucking NaNo excursion. I'm eating ibuprofen like skittles. Haven't read a book in two weeks and have asked for one of those tiny 10 inch acer computer things for Christmas because I don't know how much longer I can stand sitting in this desk chair without harming someone.

Stuff you should check out if you haven't already: Shit My Dad Says and
My Parents Were Awesome

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Alright, lookit, I'm not even supposed to be on here seeing as how I'm in the middle of a novel writing nightmare, but I was over on the youtube trying to figure out what kind of guitars Doc Watson uses, because one of the primary characters in my book is a big time famous musician, and then I stumbled on this video. It charmed the pants off of me and inspired me in ways I can not even begin to describe. Mostly because I ran out of adjectives about 10,000 words ago.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'm a bit giddy as I've just submitted my 1st NaNo effort and I came out at exactly 2,000 words. Turns out I was ready to ramble and my story seems to be taking a different turn than what I had anticipated which is a really really good thing because I was anticipating it taking a turn somewhere near the junction of No-Plot, No-Story-Line and Worthless Piece of Drivel. My story got itself some GPS, yo.