I was going to post another day in the other blog, but then I thought about this one. And the fact that it's almost (arbitrarily) next year. Something in me wants to add another post to this blog, even if it is completely superfluous, which it won't be.
Just an update on life progress and what not, to all my reader out there.
Well, it's the 30th of December, and I haven't finished writing up a daily blog for something that lasted 8 days in the month of September. But you know what? That doesn't really matter to me. The month of November I spent writing an average of nearly 1700 words a day on an entirely different project, which, to all reviews so far, is a surprising success. Not formally, of course, but people seem to like it.
Once November was over, I think I needed a little break from writing, and went back to putting a little OT in at work, being a little more social again, etc.
Right now I'm trying to find that balance. It seems to be working. There are a couple of other daunting projects looming, though. Maybe more on that later. We'll see how it goes.
Intrigued? Ha! You should be.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
November Got By Me
Just like the title says, November got by me.
Ordinarily, I'd complain profusely about the myriad reasons, both known and unknown, as to why a whole month went by without so much as a one word post.
Fear not, I'll not complain. I have a reason. One to which I can attribute all of my blogging failures during the month of November. That reason is something that I discovered sometime in October, and is called National Novel Writing Month. The idea behind the title is to write a novel of at least 50,000 words during the 30 days of November. Now, I've been in the process of something that I now realize to be a novel--or, at the very least, novel-esque--for the last year and a half or so (and reaching approximately 110,000 words).
When I heard about this challenge, I realized that I just about couldn't pass it up. It seemed like it would be quite an achievement to actually accomplish, but it served a couple of other purposes for me, as well. First and foremost, it served as a distraction from my sole fictional focus over the past 18 months. Something new to think about. Maybe it's a mistake to take that kind of a break from a project that epic, but I thought, and continue to think, that it was the right decision.
The second reason that I thought the project would be so worthwhile, was the fact that my writing habits aren't particularly regular. For a while I had been averaging 2 or 3 times a week, but never with much consistency over time (obviously 110,00 words over 18 months is not equal to 50,000 in 1). I thought that the challenge could potentially serve as a kind of training--get in the habit of writing at least something every day. To reach that many words in 30 days, you have to average 1,667 words per day. I was silly enough to keep track of my word count in a spreadsheet, so I know how many words I wrote each day. I'll tell you plainly that I missed only one day. It was the day that I had to go straight from work to the family Thanksgiving (celebrated, not actual), and from there to a party, then back home to be in bed and ready for the next day, bright and early in the darkness of 4:30 a.m.
Other than that singular day, I wrote anywhere from my low of 300 or so, to my high of over 5,000. The high was the last day I did any writing, which was the 29th. I'd met my quota for the day, but I knew where the story needed to go from there, and something in me just wanted to get it finished. So I did.
And that's why I don't have a problem with having missed writing anything on either of the blogs I have. Is it true that I probably could have found the time to post? Yes, it probably is. That doesn't matter though. Not right now. Not to me.
I'm less than a week into December, and here I am, writing a new post. So there. Take that. I think that after I post this (which will be soon), that I will attempt to continue writing up the trip that I took in September. It's about time I finished up with that. A ridiculous note: I actually had hoped to finish writing that up within a day or two of being home. Ha ha, not so much.
But that's how it is, and how it was is how it's going to be.
Ordinarily, I'd complain profusely about the myriad reasons, both known and unknown, as to why a whole month went by without so much as a one word post.
Fear not, I'll not complain. I have a reason. One to which I can attribute all of my blogging failures during the month of November. That reason is something that I discovered sometime in October, and is called National Novel Writing Month. The idea behind the title is to write a novel of at least 50,000 words during the 30 days of November. Now, I've been in the process of something that I now realize to be a novel--or, at the very least, novel-esque--for the last year and a half or so (and reaching approximately 110,000 words).
When I heard about this challenge, I realized that I just about couldn't pass it up. It seemed like it would be quite an achievement to actually accomplish, but it served a couple of other purposes for me, as well. First and foremost, it served as a distraction from my sole fictional focus over the past 18 months. Something new to think about. Maybe it's a mistake to take that kind of a break from a project that epic, but I thought, and continue to think, that it was the right decision.
The second reason that I thought the project would be so worthwhile, was the fact that my writing habits aren't particularly regular. For a while I had been averaging 2 or 3 times a week, but never with much consistency over time (obviously 110,00 words over 18 months is not equal to 50,000 in 1). I thought that the challenge could potentially serve as a kind of training--get in the habit of writing at least something every day. To reach that many words in 30 days, you have to average 1,667 words per day. I was silly enough to keep track of my word count in a spreadsheet, so I know how many words I wrote each day. I'll tell you plainly that I missed only one day. It was the day that I had to go straight from work to the family Thanksgiving (celebrated, not actual), and from there to a party, then back home to be in bed and ready for the next day, bright and early in the darkness of 4:30 a.m.
Other than that singular day, I wrote anywhere from my low of 300 or so, to my high of over 5,000. The high was the last day I did any writing, which was the 29th. I'd met my quota for the day, but I knew where the story needed to go from there, and something in me just wanted to get it finished. So I did.
And that's why I don't have a problem with having missed writing anything on either of the blogs I have. Is it true that I probably could have found the time to post? Yes, it probably is. That doesn't matter though. Not right now. Not to me.
I'm less than a week into December, and here I am, writing a new post. So there. Take that. I think that after I post this (which will be soon), that I will attempt to continue writing up the trip that I took in September. It's about time I finished up with that. A ridiculous note: I actually had hoped to finish writing that up within a day or two of being home. Ha ha, not so much.
But that's how it is, and how it was is how it's going to be.
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