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Day 26 – Nanowrimo

I have had so much fun this year with my nanowrimo motivational pictures that I regret I didn’t start the process at the very beginning of the month. The photos were taken on the day and in most cases adapted using picnik. Some of the images are cryptic, but the process allowed me to stay in a creative zone, while not directly focusing on the novel. This was particularly useful when I had got stuck, or didn’t feel like writing – I worked on the photo for my Flickr Site.

With only a few days left, I am currently ahead on the daily word target. This year, I set 1700 words a day (close to the minimum required, but not an obsessive focus). With about 4K left to go, I want to just plow ahead and finish. I realise that there is a lot of editorial work to be done, and massaging of storylines, but as Nano veterans say – that is what the rest of the year is for.

Wishing all those close to the finish line all the best of luck. To those of you who have made it – congratulations on the win. To those of you who didn’t – do not despair – there is always next year!

trust the process

Wow, it is nearly embarrassing to be back here. It is so long since I have posted, but November is the month for writing and I have signed up for the second time to start that mad journey of Nanowrimo. It has been a slow start to the season. There is little to no story line, a few unrelated ideas and at the last count 5800 of ramblings but my motto will be “Trust the Process”.

This year will be a completely different story and genre than my fantastical world of Zetoec. In my head at the moment is a lonely old woman, with packing boxes all around her … and I think I can sense a cat called Mosely.

getting reacquainted

It is so long since I have walked these corridors. The door hinges were rusty and I forgotten the key to gain entry to the main foyer. However, once recovered from the mossy recesses of my mind, I was greeted by the hollow sound of my footsteps trolling through the hallways. Dust floating on the shafts of light that filter through the grimy window panes. I take a moment to get reacquainted, and now that I am here it is all comes rushing back to me. The late nights I would pour over the keyboard to write some words to share with a passing world, hoping that some accidental tourist may take a moment’s respite to share my story.

I often have dreams about a house – it is a familiar house this dream house, and I am usually wandering through its empty rooms – not necessarily searching for something but more trying to evoke a lost memory, a transient idea, to capture some moment of … comfort. To return to this site is reminiscent of those dreams. Nothing here has changed, but I feel fundamentally changed, and so I have.

My absence here has shadowed a transformation taking place in another world. There has been disintegration and my parting words in Sacrifice was perhaps a premonition of that dark but thankfully temporary journey. I originally wrote that poem – at another time of significant change accompanied with a sense of personal sacrifice.

There has been a conscientious shedding of old habits and from the layers of decay- the timid emergence of a new sense of self discovery. I have shaved off all my hair – and although in doing so raised money for a worthwhile charity, it was a personally symbolic gesture, a mark of transition. I have started drawing and painting again and have attempted subject matters that I would have never contemplated before. I have discovered I can be creative without “my old crutches”. I have finally acknowledged the self abuse I have subjected my body to and now listen to its pleas for healthy food and exercise.

So as much as it is great to be back, I might do some redecorating.