Chuck Wendig has issued a challenge to post a wee bit of one’s current NaNoWriMo work-in-progress. I’m accepting that challenge. Here’s a very short–and very very rough draft–chapter/tale from my NaNoWriMo project:
In a world much like ours, but slightly different… (Continued)
It’s now the halfway point of National Novel Writing Month. Actually, that day was yesterday, except I’m writing this yesterday and posting it today. Because I have mastered time travel. Or something. The point is, NaNoWriMo is half over and I’d like to talk about how it’s going. (Continued)
Once again, I’m going to do National Novel Writing Month this November. I’ve been doing it off and on since 2005. I’ve only made it to the end and finished my novel once and that was 10 years ago. I’ve gotten frustrated and disappointed with myself when I haven’t finished, but this year, I’m going into it giving myself permission to not finish if I just can’t hack it. The attempt is more important than reaching the finish line. At the same time, I’m more determined than ever to finish. Here’s my plan for November:
This also means this blog may be fairly (or completely) inactive during November. Which might be bad news for the 3 or 4 people who read it, but I’m sure they’ll cope.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about diversity in fiction (and if I were less lazy, I’d link to some articles and blog posts on the subject). This is something I’ve always been concerned about. For one thing, just because I’m a white man, it doesn’t mean I only like stories about white men. I’ve been inspired by stories about women, people of color, and so on. For another thing, I’ve always been aware that I’m not the only audience in the world and not every story is for me. While I’m inspired by different kinds of characters and stories, it’s also important to be able to see one’s self reflected in stories, to know that you’re not alone, to know that someone like you is worth telling stories about. And that leads me to another reason why I think diversity in fiction is crucial, a reason I’ve only recently fully recognized and accepted. (Continued)
if only i could have slipped & fallen
into the pumpkin patch of your eyes
all so wonderful our hearts
beating together like frazier & ali
i’ve said it before & i’ll say it again
but of so only fallen into deadlier
& the eyes all too
secret slipped our smarter stone
not only hearts but the ruin if
oh so smarter in the patch
but in wonderful if could a tomb
the best mistake i ever made was
putting pen to paper & then
hoping against hope
i could break down that wall of slate
& use these words to escape the grave
i will make this mistake again & again
riding the lightning train into the last good night
i’ve said it before & i’ll say it again
what else can i do?
one coffee below & we’re taught to know
my good dream’s a grace news whole
i’m glad I like them & i’m really well
kissing away what grave touch to give
you see where your news doesn’t go to live
good cowardly yearning, still we’re learning
& I’m looking for my touch to burn
if a tortoise cup has you settle well
i’m glad to come, your mother may sleep
good to need your oceans deep
hip hip hooray!
we’re turning so I have to run away
a tangled drop into this hell
go run a little, my saving grace
are you a shell to screen my face?
deliver demons free but don’t be a guarantee
too hip to me won’t show what favorite you see
the world that tears flow deeply swells
you may be kneeling for what i’m feeling
where heavy hearts know love is stealing
hooray hooray hooray!
if you guess i’ll stab this headache
with a smashing cup of coffee
you’re so far ahead of the other witches in this class
hip hip hooray!
you get an a!
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