On November 1st it only feels right to write. I have written 1000 or more words every November 1st for the last 14 years, often starting at the stroke if 12am. Today, with no Nanaowrimo worth participating in, I feel a little lost. I did not think about or organize an outline for a novel in October. I didn’t meet with my writer friends and plan an event to kick off anything. There was no overnight party or writing frenzy at midnight. This year feels so quiet and uninspired. I miss it all and yet I am somewhat relieved to have it behind me. I can still write. My writing buddies are all still here and will meet from time to time. We can get together and plan our own events in a month not hounded by the pressures of the upcoming holidays or the impending cold season. Maybe March can be our new novelling month. The coming spring will inspire us to bring new life to unknown worlds and create unforgettable characters ready for their own epic journeys.
I find myself still itching to write. I often feel compelled to start writing my
blog again each January for the new year.
I frequently make a pledge to write daily in the new year and I have
never managed to do it. I last maybe a
week. A few years I managed to get some
posts done over the course of several months, but never the daily writing I
first intended. I know that the
discipline to write every day is necessary for me to improve my skills and reach
my writing goals. Why is it so hard to
do it?
My new plan is to use November, not to write another lame
unfinished novel, but to practice writing every day. I will post to my blog. Eventually, I want a new blog, but for the
sake of not putting this off I will resurrect a very old blog. I won’t be reaching Nano word counts, but I
am putting forth an effort. Somedays
there may be a couple of posts. I have a
lot to say, and I am constantly lecturing in my head. If I can express even a little of it in the
written word, I will feel accomplished.
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