So this is what the end of something looks like? NaPoBloMo is coming to an end today, and I’m having mixed feelings. I have loved the whole getting up in the morning and writing while I’m not coherent daily thing here. I’m torn over to continue at this pace, even on the days that I don’t really have anything to say and resort to stuff like this
I’m off to take care of morning stuff like making sure the dogs and the kid have food, and then I’m catching up with a friend to go drool over hotness watch a movie today 
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Because I saw this the other day, and this one a few minutes ago, I just have to say that I have a thing for geeky cute guys in glasses. Not that I’ve posted anything to imply that elsewhere.
The month has flown by pretty quickly, and I will admit while writing every day has been interesting, I know that much of what has gone up here for content is not up to what I would have liked it to be. I’m happy to say that I have managed to get something written every day, even if it’s just throwing a pic or two up, but I know that I will probably not keep up the “every day” mode after this week.
This whole process has proved to me that I can stick to a schedule though, and that was part of my reason for participating. It’s said that it takes 28 repetitions of something to make it a habit, or something like that. So 30 days of sitting down here every morning to let something out of my head has done some good. I’m definitely a morning writer, my only problem is that I soon get distracted by my day. The next step is to plan ahead and make sure that the distractions aren’t there first thing in the morning. That would make sense wouldn’t it?
It’s not something I’ve mentioned here, but I’ve jumped back on a weight loss program as well. Great thing to try and do over the holidays, but at the same time, this is the time of year when I really need to watch what goes into my body. I get these consultations once a week, and it’s starting to actually sink in this time, as opposed to the attempt last year to do the same thing. I’m the only person who can make this work and do something about it rather than just sitting here accepting that I’m really crap at pushing myself.
What is going on right now is that I’m realizing that I’m slowly getting away from some of the things that trigger me to sit around and ignore all the things I should be doing, because it’s easier than trying and not succeeding. The whole vibe is making lifestyle changes, and I’m trying to do that with writing as well. I guess I’ll see where it goes over the next few weeks.
but I’m not going to. He’s mine, there is no doubt, and he’s not quite right in the head. That’s a good thing.
I’ve always played games, and somewhere there has always been a role play game of some sort. I’ve mentioned before that I lean toward ranger/hunter classes, mainly because they’re fun to play. I belonged to a fantasy/sci-fi writing site many years ago, and there was a small group of us that actually wanted to go beyond the stupidity of comic bs that occurs in the inn boards and such, and move into something a bit more serious. I will admit here that I’m a bit OCD when it comes to creating characters. I go through the process of working out a past, likes and dislikes, all the basic stuff, and I used to get comments all the time from people that they had no idea how to start on putting that type of information together.
There are quite a few good books on character development, and more than a few sites on the web that have similar information. I went another route and created a character who collected stories from other characters. That was her original purpose. Somewhere down the line she became a lot more complex and more independent than I had ever intended. It’s always interesting for me to write fiction, because I just let characters go where they want. Unfortunately, that is also the reason that I rarely finish anything, because the idgets won’t listen to me and they write themselves into a corner.
The whole reason I’m bringing this up is that I bought an actual paper journal about six months ago, and it’s been sitting on my desk. The character who I mentioned has started writing there. I think it’s interesting that I can’t get her to come across in the same way on the computer. There’s something about the writing process, paper and ink, that makes it more of a deliberate task. There’s less room for error, you can’t just go and delete it when you make a mistake. For me, it forces the careful choice of words.
She’s stuck her head out of the corner where she stays occasionally, but she always retreats back to it when the idea of putting things in some tangible form come about. Perhaps I will get something out of it this time. I can never tell.