NaNoWriMo Diary: Day ... Um ...

What day is it? This has been my worst and best November ever. I continue to plug away at my WriMo project, although I do realize it's in vain. It's still a decent idea, and I want to continue with it even if there is no win in it for me. I have not done well with my word count, but I'm pleased with the writing thus far, and that has to count for something.

I'm also pleased with my article for Colorful Times, and the rapid growth I saw when I increased the number of hours I dedicate to volunteering at Recording for the Blind & Dyslexic. I'm happy with how my triathlon training is progressing, and my super secret non-writing-related dream is starting to look like a very real possibility.

I may have sucked at WriMo 2009, but this has been a great November. I'm so pleased that I think Autumn may oust Spring as my favorite season.

I'm Still in NaNoWriMo!

My word count hasn't budged in ... um ... I don't actually know how long it's been, but I swear I haven't quit. I've just been busy with other things. They have been good things, constructive things, perhaps even mighty, super-powered things. And they took over my life for a few days.

Interestingly, most of my mighty, super-powered activities involved writing. It has been difficult, challenging, and I have learned something vital to my future:

I love this job.

I Can't Brain. I Have the Dumb.

I've been writing all weekend, trying to make deadlines. I haven't written this much since undergrad. I'm so pooped, I can barely read. I have just enough mental energy for Magnetic Poetry.

I was never much of a poet, and the addition of magnets doesn't seem to help at all. That unfortunate truth would probably stop a lot of people from posting, but I'm rather fond of my crappy poems. Magnetic Poetry was a stroke of genius.

Tomorrow, I return to NaNoWriMo. I'm pretty far behind, but I did a lot of good work this weekend. No regrets.

WriMo Diary: Day 6

I know I should be getting ready to head to my 9 - 5, but I'm an artist. I don't always follow the rules. Besides, I need to direct your attention to the snazzy word count widget on your right. I chose that one because it gives you a clear indication of how I'm doing each and every day, including days when I did pitifully (red).

Some days the words come fast and free. Other days, I have to put writing off to do the dishes and keep the bills paid. That's life. It's also the writing life. If you have the luxury of writing all day, great! I'm happy for you in a pissed off jealous sort of way. That just is not my reality. The fact that took me such a long time to accept is that most new writers aren't blessed with unlimited writing time. Many of us are writing around other things. Living the dream means writing as much as I can whenever I can. There is still time to catch up. I'll be at the next write-in.

Okay, now I'm late. I'd better get to work.