It’s been a little while since I’ve checked in. That’s due to a couple of reasons. One is that my mind is mostly focused on two things right now: working and moving. I’ve officially graduated from the training program on the new job. So, all that time spent doing book work and taking assessments is over. No more eight hour study days. However, that also means that I’ve entered the transition phase. Now, I have to apply what I’ve learned. That’s the new challenge. And being the recovering perfectionist that I am, I expect a lot out of myself. Despite my amped up expectations, I’m doing pretty well. I have ninety days in transition. That’s enough time to get a handle on things.
As for moving, it’s getting down to the wire. We’ve given official notice to our complex that we’re moving, but I haven’t started packing yet. The roomie and I have bought a few packing supplies, but that’s about it. We need boxes.We were supposed to get some free ones from the grocery store, but that hasn’t worked out so far. I get the feeling that we’re going to end up buying some.
As to Row goals, there’s not much to be said. That would be the other reason for not checking in. I’ve been a bit exhausted lately. While I see little spaces of time when I can get some writing in, my mind just hasn’t been in it. I’m starting to really miss my writing too. I’ve still been reading. I just finished a book today called Prince of Ice by Emma Holly. She’s an author that is new to me and I enjoyed her work. Last week, I finished up that last George R. R. Martin book that I was reading. I’m glad that I’m at least getting read, but good books make me long to write them.
Hoping all is well with you guys! Happy Rowing!
Operation de-hibernate has hit a bit of a snag as the temperatures have fallen again. On Friday, it was so warm that I wore flip-flops and short sleeves. I was oh so excited to break out my warm weather attire. By Saturday, I was back to jacket and sneakers. Sigh. Right now, I’m in bed covered from neck to foot by a heavy crocheted blanket. Only my hands are exposed so i can still type. I did get my walk in this morning; I was all bundled up.
This check-in rolled around pretty quickly. The end of the round is also just around the bend. And so, I am in evaluation mode again. One of my goals for round one is to write a short story. While I’ve been writing a lot, even working on a story or two, nothing has come of it yet. The stories that I’ve been reading are in an anthology called Home Improvement: Undead edition. I’ve read most of the stories included. Some, I loved. A few, I hated. Most of them fell somewhere in between. My best friend and I have both been struggling to write a finished piece. We decided to challenge ourselves to come up with stories that could have been included in the anthology. That triggered some ideas. So, that’s what I’m working on now.
As for the reading, one of the stories that I loved introduced me to another author. Seanan McGuire writes about the fae in her October Daye series. I started book one in the wee hours of the morning. So far so good. I’ve got four more stories to get to in the anthology, but I turned the book over to my roommate for the time being. The other two things I’m working to finish by the end of the round are reading the current craft book and analyzing the novel that I started. All is well and moving forward.
Happy ROWing everyone!
In Sunday’s check-in, our Row sister, Amy Kennedy, had the brilliant insight to call NaNoWriMo a hussy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more apt description. Here’s why:
1. NaNo is good-looking. It is such a simple concept, 50,000 words in 30 days. Simple has a way of disguising itself as easy. When the end of October hits, it’s like NaNo just walked into a crowded room wearing red booty shorts and a tramp stamp baring top.
2. NaNo is flaky. It only comes around once a year, flirtatious and smelling of eau de novel.
3. NaNo is needy. It demands all of your attention for a while, and then leaves you high and dry.
4. NaNo is charming. It whispers the same sweet nothings to you and all the other writers and wannabes. “You’re brilliant. You can write 50,000 words in month easily.”Show me how dedicated you are.” “You can do anything for a little while.”
As the days go on, I’m finding myself less and less enchanted with NaNo. I’m enjoying the writing, but not the end goal. Every time I think about the 50,ooo words, I get frantic. Playing catch up is not my idea of fun. When I just focus on the writing, everything is great. Part of me wants to get my ass in gear. Part of me wants to bow out gracefully.
At the end of the day, I have enough pressure right now. I need to find a job. My lease is ending soon, and I have to find a new place to live. I have personal statements to write and letters of recommendation to solicit. Ha! Looks like I just used this post to work through my decision making process.
I’m writing every day. That’s enough for me. So, to hell with aiming for a NaNo win. I think I’ll still aim for 30,000 words this month. That’s still a big stretch for me.
Hope all is well with you guys.