Final Nano

It seems fitting to write this final Nano post on the last day of Nano. If you’ve read my past few entries, you know it has been a positive experience that has allowed me to make my way through a good portion of a novel in the space of 30 …

Nano is Finito

Note to self: when emotional drama, stress and decaying friendships get in your way, ignore everything and write like a demon. You may not have much of a personal life left afterward, but boy that word count sure looks pretty. I won’t go into all the details here, but it …

Nano Progress

Word Count: 5069 Mood: Who cares? I’m writing Music: Something old, borrowed and blue: Rokysopp, Cat Power and Divine Comedy It took me a while to warm up yesterday and hours to churn out a few thousand words. I tried to lose myself in the story, but my critical writer …

Ready. Set. Run! I mean write.

Nanowrimo starts tomorrow and I can’t wait. I feel alert and ready, like a runner poised for the crack of the pistol. I’m not sure where all this energy is coming from. I’m busy at work, have a novel to rescue from drudgery, and a trip to look forward to …

Nanowrimo

I’ve signed up! No I’m not crazy. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while, and now that I have some spare time, I think it will be interesting to see what comes of it. I’ve decided to be daring and not write an outline or anything. That’s right. Im …

Starting over

I’ve finally managed to overcome the aversion to puke every time I look or even think of my novel. I have been spending the last few weeks redrafting entire sections. Too early to tell yet if it is salvageable, but so far I’m enjoying the process. When I don’t drive …

Virtuality of touch & smell

I read recently in Men’s Health about ‘cuddle parties’ – social networking events where you lie on the floor with a group of people and cuddle like puppies. The premise is that touch is a wonderful thing and if you spend the evening snuggling a group of like-minded folks, it might …

Greetings from Espana

Greetings from the mountains of Gaucin! It is so green and high up here, it reminds me a little of Bolivia. We are in the middle of nowhere, beautiful little white town, population 1500. Lots of little bars and cafes, hardly any tourists, everyone speaks Spanish; even the hippie expats …

Mother Knows best

My latest telephone conversation with my mother. Mom: How’s the writing? Me: Oh, you know… alright. Mom: Tell me again dear, did you say the novel was autobiographical? Me: No, it’s fiction, mom. Mom: So how much of it is true? You can tell me. Me: Not much, Not really. …