Well this is awkward, isn't it? Rather like not speaking to a friend for nearly a month and then trying to pick up where you left off.
It used to be easier to write often when I lived with the Peanuts (see the 'CTKS' label) because young boys are an unending source of entertainment and amusing stories. My own life is interesting to me, but hardly has broad appeal to anyone else.
Any writing I've been doing in the last few weeks has been for a commitment I have elsewhere. I've been scurrying in spare moments to stock pile enough material to see me through a month and a half because...
I'm going to do the NaNoWriMo challenge in November, which is, essentially, to write a novel in a month.
No. I've decided it ain't no big thing. I'm not going to worry so much about plot or structure or character development, or 'show, don't tell' or anything technical or word-crafty. I'm just going to write every day. I'm going to write in my notebook with a freshly sharpened pencil. I'm going to banish the hesitation and fear that has been lurking in my brain, keeping me from tackling something of this scope, tying my imagination in knots, and holding my stories hostage.
I'm going to write for a month. And I'm saying so right here at The Lighthouse so I can't pretend I never meant to do it.
Would you consider holding me accountable? Check in now and then, badger me, be a pest, ask impertinent questions?
Writing is such a solitary endeavor, which I quite like, but sometimes it's nice to have a companion on the journey.
Are you participating in NaNoWriMo? If so, I'd love to hear about it. I'm registered as evertess - let's be writing buddies!