I am such a novice. How did I manage to be totally green at thirty years old? I suppose it is a good thing really. A little nugget of youth that I get to have. Not that I am saying that I am old, because I am not one of those people who thinks that life has now ended because my body no longer wants me to behave like it is still sixteen. I just think that now that I have a matured impulse control and the need to sleep that I sometimes miss out on some of life's best learning opportunities. For me, it is the ability and willingness to continue to learn that keeps us young.
So, I am green. So green. This is my first NaNoWriMo. I am like a puppy about it; all wiggles and panting and tail-wagging. I also know that there will be a bump (there is always a bump) that will knock the puppy in me down enough for the cynic to chime in. It is going to be a battle. I just want to come out at the end of it with 50,000 words.
I am putting aside the funfic. I have been staring down the fact that writing the light and flippant fun novel takes as much work as writing one where the stakes are higher. Sure, in theory it requires less emotional investment, but I am beginning to wonder whether I am just not cut out for light investment. So, now I am writing a book that came to me in dream. Like a weirdo. Like a totally weird weirdo. It is really satisfying, though, to write something that feels like it is all mine. Whatever. All I know is that I do not feel quite as inclined to distract myself, and that probably means I am on a better path. Or that I am a puppy, and right now, this new and shiny work is its own wonderful distraction.
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