Tag: NaNoWriMo

Pre November Blues

~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

Specifically, the NaNoWriMo jitters.

Less than a week away and I’m getting very nervous. I still have no clue about what I want to write, who my protagonist(s) are, and who’s point-of-view to tell the story (what story??) from. My brain is a vast plain of nothingness.

Maybe this is the way my subconscious prevents me from getting a head start (cheating). If so, I better wake up November 1st full of ideas and momentum. Do you hear me subconscious mind?

Then, I realize I’m not home at my computer on November 1st. I’ll be at my daughter’s house, recovering from Halloween festivities with my granddaughters. Mental Note: pack a new notebook and several pencils to take with me. Who knows? I used to write epic stories in spiral notebooks when I was a kid.  Perhaps returning to my “roots” will give me the creative boost I need. Or not.

Old Notebooks
The Pile of Epic Stories – somewhere in a box…

Stay tuned!

It’s a Short Trip…

~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

Whenever I say “That’s driving me crazy!”, hubby replies with “That’s a short trip.”

He is correct, along with being a smart ass.

Because I have nothing else to do (blatant lie) I signed up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) – even when you retire you have to deal with acronyms. I want to give my lazy muse a good workout, get in the habit of working on fiction everyday.

No, this blog is not fiction. OK… The “This Could Be News” posts are as fictional as they get though.

When I signed up for the event, they gave me a free  website  for getting sponsors and displaying my progress. Come by if you feel like it. If you have an extra buck, think about supporting us striving writers. Or is that starving writers?

No purchase required to win.

The Sounds of Silence

~ JodiLea

Stacked firewood

Well… I’m still waiting.

At first I was patiently waiting. Then I was impatiently waiting. Now, I wear earplugs and curse a lot.

When you live where people have cabins, weekends are noisy. I don’t mind that. But it’s the Monday through Friday noise that’s disrupting my mind and soul. If it’s not chain-saws, it’s hammering, men talking (or yelling), cement pumpers, power tools and large trucks.  And that’s just today.

Some days (like today), when it gets really loud and goes on for an hour or more, I let Big Yellow loose. Might as well do housework, if I can’t think well enough to work on my novel. I swap out earplugs for iPod ear-buds and play soothing music to myself. Or hard-assed rock and roll, depending. Even with my ears full of music I can’t take a nap. Along with the headache, no nap makes me, shall we say “grumpy”?

And I hate it when the phone rings and it’s for hubby. This means I have to get my grubby shoes on, go out to the yard, or wherever he is, and wait for a pause in the saw, so I can get his attention and give him the handset.  You won’t hear any feminine voices singing out the window – “honey, the phone’s for you”.  He has very high quality earplugs that can block out everything, including wifely hollering.

There is a chance the autumn firewood cutting will stop this week. Then we should have enough stacked for the winter (please God, let 8 cords be enough!), and maybe, get some quiet around here. Until hubby and friend continue building shelves for the shop. Or whatever noise-making project they think up next.

Thank goodness NaNoWriMo does not begin until November.  I want to finish the draft of the dusty novel I started in 1991, before I get involved with another one.  Wish me luck on that idea  – Ha!
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