Thursday, November 4, 2010
... And Whiskers on Kittens
Even though I find myself complaining daily every winter about how much I hate it, today when my fiance woke me up and tried to fool me into believing the rain I heard was actually snow, I found myself excited enough to sit right up in bed in order to see out of the window. Alas, no snow.... and I was disappointed.
It has taken me years to figure out that I really do like it in Wisconsin. When I used to talk to people about how I'd love to move away, how I would love to live somewhere that was warm all year. Things now are so different. When I talk about permanance, it always includes the state of Wisconsin as the place I'd like to live, so I guess Wisco is stuck with me.
In other news, I think I have a story in mind for nanowrimo. I know that I am already late, but I think that as long as I stick to the writing daily program right now, I should be alright. I won't be able to catch up on the words I am due right away, but I'll probably make up for it someplace in the middle. Unlike Cherry Blossoms, the story I am working on now has a beginning, a middle, and an end already. I do know where I would like Cherry to end up, but I just don't feel like right now is the time to be in Cherry's world. I know that that might end up being sad to some people, and for that I apologize. Listening to Neil this weekend really put some thoughts into my head. One of the things he talked about had to do with when you were writing a story that just didn't seem to be working. He said that maybe you weren't good enough to write that story yet. Maybe that is true.
Right now I plan to get a little closer to home. I have heard it said that in order to be a good writer, sometimes you have to write what you know. While this story is not one hundred percent factual, there are definitely elements in it that are more truth than fiction. I don't want to talk to much about this one at the moment because I want to see what comes of it with no outside noise. Perhaps after I get a bit farther into it I'll ask for input but for now this one is all mine. I am thinking of it as my baby because, in a way, it already is.
Today was a very meditative day for me. Quiet, and full of planning. I think I was in need of one of those. I also decided that this was going to be a short post right off because I really need to worry more about my word count for the story. I hope this finds you warm and safe somewhere, reader.
Written with Love By Naomi Houser