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I woke up to the alarm at four thirty this morning.  I deliberately set the alarm sound to be something soothing last night, so I would be gently awakened.  Well, let me just say that last nights soothing sound is this mornings niggling warble.  And I think I’ve said it before.  I hate niggling.

My bleary eyed self tried to get dressed in the dark.  It’s not very easy.  So I turned on the flashlight of my phone.  Too bright, I think I burned my retina’s.  I turned off again.  Who was the idiot who thought getting up at four thirty in the morning was a good idea?

Oh yeah, me.  Why?  Because I had to make the word count.  Remember back in the late eighties and early nineties when Dunkin Donuts had the commercial with the surly, pudgy baker waking up early?  He would say, “Gotta make da donuts.”  That was me this morning, surly, pudgy and saying, “Gotta make da word count.”  NaNoWriMo started today and I’d told myself I was going to get up early and attend the first write-in.  That was before I actually had to get up.  That was when I was brightly awake and blithely ignorant of the consequences to my body and mind.

Now I was up, dressed, and on my way, driving six miles to the first write-in at a Starbucks near the mall.  I was late.  The stupid phone navigator took me to some suburb.  I cursed the male voice.  Yes, I had changed the female voice on my I-phone to the male voice.  I thought it would be cooler because the lady just got on my nerves..  I was wrong again.  At five o’clock in the morning, driving through fog, trying to find civilization and maybe a cup of coffee, the male voice pissed me off too.  I can’t win.

I got there late.  I ordered and received my coffee, prepared my laptop on the table, said a sleepy hello to everyone.  They replied in turn, sleepily.  And then I began to write.  Somehow during those first few moments as the caffeine hit my system and my thoughts turned to my characters and their world, I found alertness.  Everything around me sort of fell  into the background and in my mind’s eye I saw my main character brushing her teeth.  Surly, not pudgy, but nonetheless, bleary eyed.  She was wondering why in the hell she got up so early…

And the next thing I knew, I looked up and it was an hour and a half later.  I glanced at my word count.  2,038.  I still had more to say about this world I was in with my characters.  So much more.  I had barely gotten started.  What the heck?

I closed everything down and put it away.  It was time to head home and maybe write there.  As I was walking out, someone mentioned that their hands and arms were sore from typing.  I realized that mine were sore too.  I was just like the other writers.  It hit me.  I was just like them.  I am a writer.  I smiled as I got in my car, started it up and drove home through the lifting fog.

I am a writer.

The adventure begins.caffeine powers..

M.

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It’s almost time to start the race.  The NaNoWriMo race.  I’ve been perusing some writing blogs I follow and they all seem to have opinions of the process.  Whether good or bad, they have opinions.  Some have experienced it and others haven’t.

However, the event is affecting many individuals.  That’s amazing to me.  Until a few weeks ago, I’d never heard of it.  That doesn’t say much, but, it just seems that even if you don’t like the idea, it’s still something you’ve put thought into writing a blog post about.  That’s powerful.

I am going to write a novel in 30 days.  Let me rephrase that.  I am going to write a rough draft novel in 30 days.  I don’t expect it to be perfect or publishable.  I will just have a pile of words, thrown together in some form of flow that I can then go back and edit, polish, and otherwise hack to death. Sort of like a cord of wood, piled in my driveway.  I’ll have to split and stack it later, but it’s got to get off the trailer and into a pile near my porch.

But it’s still a pile of words, which is more than I have now.  The story needs to be written.  It’s in my head and until I am able to get it out, it will sit there, festering and niggling me.

I hate niggling.  I really hate niggling.

One blogster (is that even a word?  it is now.) wrote that they hated this part.  The fun part was putting the words together and making a beautiful story.  Another one said they loved this part, just blithely using the creative process to build a world that is chaotic and wonderfully insane.

Either way, I am going to do it:

  1. because I can.
  2. because I want to.
  3. because it just needs to be done.

T-minus two days.  The adventure begins.  The players will belly up to their keyboards, Ipads, legal pads, or whatever and wait for the gun to go off at 12:01 am on November 1, 2013.  The race to 50,000 words will begin.  Even if we don’t win, all of us are part of something big.  Something that is talked about for awhile throughout the blogging universe.  Good or bad, it’s going to happen.

Wish me luck or don’t.  I’ll see you on the other side.  I’ll be the one with the cord of words in my driveway, near my porch, ready to be split and stacked.

M.

I realized, after reading my last post, that I am nervous. When I get nervous, I tend to fall back on old behaviors, like shutting down my creative side and writing as a robot.  I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this.  Perhaps it’s writers block to some.  I don’t know.  But, the creative juices are blocked, like a hardened artery full of plaque just a few days away from a myocardial infarction.  I will call it “writer’s coronary artery disease” or wCAD for short.

Writer’s CAD is brought on by three factors.  These factors are writer’s angina, emotional stress, and cold weather.

  1. Writer’s angina – intermittent chest pain that often has squeezing or pressure-like quality.  Yes, I have that.  I’ve got to write 50,000 words in 30 days with no experience or idea of what I am doing or how I’m going to do it.  Let the squeezing begin!
  2. Emotional stress – We all know what that means.  But just in case you don’t, that’s the emotion that comes when you are looking at a blank page and your stomach tightens up, the bile lodges in the back of your throat, and your eyes dry up like the Nevada Alkali Flats. Check.
  3. Cold Weather –  It’s November.  For me, that means cold weather.  If I were in Australia, it would be a different case, but I’m not.  I am in Idaho, USA.  That makes a difference.  The cold is leaching into my bones as I type.  Its brittle freeze beginning an ache in my arthritic knees.  My finger joints feel like knots in tree limbs, immovable and creaking.

Yup, I surely have writers CAD.

Because it’s not an actual diagnosis from a real doctor, I can self medicate.  I have a couple of ideas, but I am really looking for more.

What are your ideas to help with writers CAD?   Copious amounts of alcohol don’t work for me, so that one is out.   Do you have any other creative releases or idea?

Let me know in the comments below.

Shall we journey down the dark road of NaNoWriMo together?  Why yes, yes, I think we shall.  Take my hand, little one.  There is nothing to be afraid of …

I’ll.  Be.  Right. Here.

M.
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I’m excited to announce that I’ve taken on the challenge of the National Novel Writing Month, aka nanowrimo, to write a novel in thirty days.  The novel has to be at least 50,000 words and not pre-written.  I start on November 1 and stop, obviously, on November 30.  The novel I’ll be writing isn’t the one I’ve already started.  I’ve decided to set that heavier topic aside for a bit (one month to be exact) and work on something a little lighter and perhaps more fun!  I’ve titled the novel, “Dancing with Dragons”.  Go to the following website to see more about it.

http://nanowrimo.org/participants/marlieharris

I will post here about my progress and also post on my Facebook page.  If I’ve done the calculations right, it will mean writing at least 1,667 words per day, every day, for thirty days.  Every day.  For thirty days.

If you have words of encouragement, that would be amazing!

I have already prepped my office to be ready for this.  However, music for a month’s worth of listening might be a little short.  What music do you listen to when you write?  What kind of music do you listen to when you do anything?  I’m up for pretty much any adventure in music.  Let’s discuss it!

M.