I am beyond mortified. I'm a writer, I'm not a novelist! What do I know about all the verbs and the adjectives? Nothing?! I just write because it's what I do, not what I am! Plus I exclamation point the crap out of my sentences. As it was so elegantly brought to my attention by my daughter after she read the intro to my novel: "Mom, this sentence has like 12 exclamation points."
November is NANOWRIMO month and with all my exclamation points and all, I'm going to give it a shot. Finally. It's me doing a disservice to my creative subconscious if I don't. This will haunt me in my sleep, I just know it. It won't be great and it might not even be good, but it will BE and that's all that matters. One thing you may not know about me is that my "stories" come to me in my "dreams". Spooky and weird, I know. I've never met anyone in this world that can say the same thing. I wish I could meet someone like me but until then, I will roam this earth feeling secretly weird and incredibly underachieved.
It's always been a dream of mine to write a dream of mine into a book.
I actually made it a Goal for 2016 to write my first book. We are now in November and I haven't gotten around to it, not even close. This year has been interesting. And by interesting, I mean crapy. I've only blogged a grand total of six times this whole entire year, let alone write a 50,000 word book! But I'm going to change, I promise. I'm not getting any younger and with age comes dementia and when that kicks in I will have forgotten every dream story I've ever had!
My daughter is my Archive.
I make it a point to always tell my daughter my dream stories as soon as possible. She actually sits there listening to my dream as if it was on audible. It's incredible, I actually make her cry with my stories sometimes and it's something I feel proud about. I do this in hopes that if I never do, she will one day write them down for me. It's my way of passing down the torch in hopes she will do something with them as I've been too lazy to.
It's not that I can't. I am a fast typist. I am. I was actually one of the fastest ones in my high school and I went on competitions and everything. (Way back when we actually used typewriters to type). Whaaa? Yes, I'm old. Who cares. Anywho. I am going to dig in to writing this year and see how far I can get. I have the stories (more than I can count) but I will focus on just one. I won't care about the verbs or if the adjectives are in the right order for that matter. I will only do my best. This is what I always teach my daughters and this is what I will do. Do my best! Because If I don't succeed in writing 50,000 words in 30 days I will wail in self-pity for the rest of the year and nobody wants to see that.
Yay, I'm excited! #letsdothis