November 30th, 2003


still kind of sick

At 20,089 I don't think I'm going to make it. At least I finally managed to narrow things down to three (maybe four) characters actually doing something from fifteen characters hanging around in semi-connected vignettes. Ok, so it took some mayhem - arson, actually. I suppose I'll keep plugging away, unless I get a better idea.

I would also like say that when I've talked about liking the Bartell Drugs zinc lozenges I am talking about the pink, vaguely cherry flavored ones. I am NOT talking about the "delicious lemon cream flavor" ones, which I made the mistake of buying because they were on special. Those taste foul, and now I've got 148 of them left. (Tried one last night, didn't care for it, gave one another try just now.) Yuk. I can't imagine them letting me return/exchange them.

It's beautiful outside my window, though cold enough to make the hot-tub steam. I wish I felt better enough to go for a walk. Maybe later I'll venture out to try and get some less nasty zinc lozenges.

nanowrimo, good-bye

21,636. I know, it isn't midnight yet, but I have to work tomorrow, and I'm still feeling pretty crappy.

Well, it was an interesting experiment. Proving perhaps that I am better at sprinting than running marathons. Or that I'm just not very dedicated to a project when I am trying to manufacture inspiration, rather than recording something that I've already put together in my mind.

I'm feeling a bit daunted at the moment. Makes me doubt the worthiness (in the worthwhile sense) of my writing, ability and output. I'll get over it. One of my literary heroes, Jorge Luis Borges, never wrote a novel.

I think that part of the problem is that it is quite clear to me that while I have 21k of words or so, they are not a novel. Not even a novel in ovo. Unless you are willing to stretch the definition of novel to include a string of barely related vignettes, as I can't quite bring myself to do.

I certainly don't regret the attempt. Both years I've learned interesting things about process (or my process, to be more specific) and I'll probably even give it another go next year. Maybe.