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Monday, October 6, 2014

NaNoWriMo and Other Things That Bite

I am sure it won't be long before I'm over here complaining because I once again know what it is to rue the day, but at present, I'm thinking that I might be participating in NaNoWriMo this year.

I haven't really thrown myself into anything like that since before my copywriting business started to pick up speed and I really miss that -- making commitments to my personal writing that are just about having fun and getting something done. I'm finding that such things are starting to become important to me for their own sake again.

I don't know that I'll be attempting to write a novel this time though. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I perhaps don't really have the staying power required for longer fiction. I'm like that with artwork, too. Really, I have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to any sort of "project". If I can't finish it over the course of a sitting (two or three tops if I'm really on fire about a given idea), then it's likely that I will never finish it at all. My creative passion is really not terribly shelf stable and I have to seize it while it's actually there.

At this point, I've pretty much given up on the notion that any of this will ever change about me. I've simply embraced it and now I'm learning to work with it. That said, I can't remember the last time I wrote anything that was longer than a medium-length poem or perhaps a very short, concise story. (Nothing I've shared or sent away to publishers for consideration, but yeah.) If I'm going to commit to NaNo, then I'd far prefer to come out of it at the other end with a handful of shorter works that are actually finished than yet another long, rambling, unfinished novel that I know I will never look at again after November, let alone finish or polish.

Which brings me to this year's idea file. It's sitting on Evernote filling up with story notions, each one weirder than the last. It would seem I feel like writing about horribly bloody things right now. No more faux-classy hipster stories set in fanciful alternative universes. No more lush imagery, spread over the top of things, thick as cupcake frosting, in an effort to distract from the lack of a coherent plot. Definitely no more God damned fairies or emo vampires.

These are just going to be mostly about normal people into sick things. People that have done sick things or are thinking about doing them. People that are sexually aroused by the idea of being eaten -- chewed, swallowed, and then shit back out again. People that have made an art out of living under rocks. Most of these ideas involve telling stories about things I find darkly fascinating, even if I would never do them myself. Others may become semi-autobiographical stories lifted from my real life and built around people I have actually known... or built around myself.

I like the idea of throwing those two approaches together in the same pot, stirring it for a little while, and seeing what comes out of there when it's time for dinner. Along with my usual blogging, that should provide me with an excellent balance for the copywriting that's currently paying my bills. I need something to get excited about again when it comes to writing and I'm excited about this. For the moment, anyway. Knowing me, I may feel completely differently by the time November actually gets here.