If fear is the mind killer….

Then I’ve been dead for a month now. It’s almost Nano time, and I still don’t know how this story is gonna work out. I don’t even know if it is a story I want to write as a novel. Oi vei! How did I get myself into this. Someone end my misery now. Please! I need a paperbag.

No rest for the wicked or the weary…. or the talentless hacks.

There is a second time for everything….

Jeez, I forgot that I had written a few paragraphs for Boiler Makers awhile back. In fact, I forgot that I had already had a title for it. I swear my memory is like a big ol’ piece of Swiss cheese. (Good thing I like Swiss.)

Well, I’ll probably end up rewriting those paragraphs anyways, and this will be even more incentive to go beyond 50,000 words. Must think positive. Must think.

Why am I getting myself into this….

NaNo…. NaNo…. NaNo….. No, I am not channeling Mork from Mork & Mindy, although that might not be a bad idea. Let me explain. I tried doing a writing exercise yesterday, and it sucked. Like the vacuum that isn’t really space, but Science textbooks like to state that it is. Well, it kinda sorta is, but it isn’t empty. And that, my dear readers, was what the writing was. Empty. There was nothing there. No intelligence. No story. No interest. My only consolation is that what I wrote has nothing to do with the story idea I have for this years NaNo. Oi vei!

I have 13 days left to fret. I think I need to go curl up in a ball or go off on a tangent to get my mind of this subject. I love tangents…

Calling Into Existance…

In the olden days, naming a thing or person was magic. It called it into being. So, knowing something or someone’s true name carried power. You, in affect, owned that person or thing. Well, I’ve named my novel for NaNoWriMo 2005. Not that I am sure the story I have in my head will be the one I end up writing, but for now it will do. The novel’s name…. its title is Boiler Makers. I own it now.

To be honest, I can’t really say why I chose that title. I am not even sure it will become apparent that it fits the story once it is done. Maybe it won’t. (Wow…. is that optimism I smell…. or just my brain frying? Who can really ever tell the difference.)

Anyways, I know I can complete the 1,667 words per day minimum I will need to reach the goal. After all, I did it last year. But also, I wrote something today that was around 1400 words. It took a little less than 1/2 hour, and probably would have been longer if worked on it. I could have bled out 267 more words, but it was finished when it was finished. (Perhaps that is my greatest fear about writing anything. Not that it won’t be good or good enough or enjoyable, but that once I’ve finished writing it there won’t be anything else to write because I won’t be able to think of anything else.)

I won’t be posting what I wrote. Point in fact, it was a rather personal dream. I’ll keep it to myself for awhile. It was fun to write it down though. Fun to write. Now that is a concept.

It’s about that time again…

So…. what do you get your blog for your one year anniversary. I mean usually the proper first anniversary gift is paper, but somehow paper doesn’t cut it when it comes to an electronic journal. I already got it a new face and version of WordPress. I could renew my domain name, but I’ve already done that so that’s not gonna work either. Hmmmm… should I promise it that I’ll use it more to actually document my writing? Maybe I’ll just do that NaNoWriMo thing again to show it I really do care.

Enter the madness 2005. At least I have about 26 days to prepare. That gives me 25 days to procrastinate and one day to panic. Oh good, no pressure.