Monday, November 03, 2008
the view from here
You know, I've kept a blog for almost five years now. Up until last spring, with a few short-lived exceptions, I've never had any problem coming up with things to write about. Even if I wasn't posting very often, I was always mentally working on posts-- most of which never made it online. I'd drive around town running errands or doing whatever while typing away in my head. Sometimes it even reached the point of being a compulsion-- I couldn't sleep or concentrate on anything else until I sat and typed out what I was thinking about. But I have to say since last April, I've had NO desire to write in this blog. I've had to force myself to type out the few posts that have made it online. It's kind of strange.
Actually, I guess it was the compulsion that was strange. Since most people don't feel compelled to post their thoughts online, maybe I'm finally hitting normal here. Whoa. Scary thought. A couple of weeks ago I even thought about deleting Aunt BeaN's blog, since at the moment I can't imagine that I'll be writing in it much anymore. But, NaNoWriMo started on Saturday (National Novel Writing Month, click here for the website), and for the past two years, posting here about what I'm writing there has been pretty helpful. So maybe I'll post a bit more this month. (not that anyone really wants to read about my forays into the world of writing fiction, but I'll probably post them anyway).
So, that's what's up with me. The first year I did NaNoWriMo, it was a young adult novel. Last year I tried to write literary fiction, and it bored me to tears. So this year I'm taking the low road and writing genre fiction, although it won't be anything nearly as steamy as the books I mentioned in my previous post. I get to the point where they're kissing, and I'm already embarrassed. But although it would probably be classified as "romance" if anything, the love story is secondary to a lot of the other things that are going on. (Since this hasn't been written yet, maybe I should say "a lot of other things that I hope will go on...") And both of the lead characters are older, sort of ummm... plump, and, well... normal, as opposed to the main characters in romance novels, who are always devastatingly handsome/gorgeous, well-built, slender, and amazing in every way. So we'll see how it goes. But I've already, in three days, written more words than I did in almost the first week last year, so I think this will go better. It's certainly more fun.