It Came From Outer Space…

The panic spreading through my fellow NaNo-ers is quite apparent. You’d think they had 10 minutes to track down auto insurance quotes or go to jail. They’re looking at me like I’m crazy because rather than panicking I’m instead cleaning my house and prepping for Samhain.

I figure what happens happens. I have too many other things in my life to stress out about, what I write, I write. I’ve spent too many hours already stressing about my writer’s block. Instead I’m going to focus on the positive things that I can get out of November, communing with so many other great literary minds, the charge of the writing experience and all of the great words I AM going to write, whether there are 5′000 or 50′000 of them there will be words and they will be awesome.

It’s now six days until NaNoWriMo and I must confess I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to be writing since the other day, when there were thirteen days to go.
Part of me is afraid that I’ll do things to death before the start date and be too overworked to be able to start and jinx myself, the other is just completely stumped already which isn’t a good sign.
It’s not as if there’s no prep work at all been done. I don’t need to know every little thing about the characters. I mean, I am right that if I start detailing everything down to how many acne treatments they did each week while they were going through puberty that will be too much information to allow for organic growth during the story, I’m sure even what I have now I’ll find that some of it will change as they shape themselves during the actual writing process.
However, I’d started a filter on my livejournal with the idea that I’d at least write out a couple more posts of prep before go time and bounce ideas off a couple of my fellow NaNo-ers and I haven’t done any of that.

I’ll just have to trust that hasn’t bitten me in the butt.

NaNoWriMo is now less than two weeks away, and I’m nervous that I’m going to stall right out the gate. I think that’s something that anyone participating in this writing marathon worries about.

I’m psyched for the writing, I really am but at the same time I can’t help be worried about that. I’m going to be smart about the whole thing. I’m not going to push myself. I won’t be popping diet pills to stay up all night to meet the deadlines. If I win, I win, the point for me is that I actually get something written not that I pressure myself or stress myself out, so I’m trying to remind myself about that. I want to be able to write something.

I suppose it’s the fact that my creativity has been low again lately because I’ve been having some bad illness flare-ups that has me worried, but I’ve been able to see my chiropractor again today and I’ve been able to make more appointments for this week so things should be doing good again by the first of the month as I was able to see amazing progress within a week last time I have no reason to think this will be otherwise now.

So, there we go, and I’ll get some words cranked out. I already have a lot of prep, and the words they will flow, whether or not there are 50′000 or more remains to be seen. The point is that I’ll get more written about the Biosphere, Kelsey, Isaac and all the others than ever was on screen before.

I have several friends who are now counting down the days to NaNoWriMo: sixteen, I believe, at this point.

I confess I have a lot of trepidation for NaNo at this point. I’ve become stuck with my muse again. We’re having creative differences, in that, she’s taken the creativity and run off with it to the darkest woods of some hidden forest and refuses to allow me access.

I’m hoping that I’ll be able to hack my way through before NaNo starts. I have high hopes for the story that I want to work on, but at the moment it seems dire. There are wolves, after all.

Today would have been a good day for writing if I had one of those netbooks or had thought to bring a notebook with me. I got stuck waiting for a tow truck, though AAA actually got there a lot quicker than I’m used to. I only had to wait a half an hour or so rather than several.

However, there’s been a lot of trial and tribulation other than that. My car is fixed it was the water pump, but I found out also that the radiator is going to need fixing, or rather, replacing and that’s an expensive proposition.

Then my room mate and I spent several hours tonight battling with a part of my husband’s duty uniform, trying to fix it, so we don’t have to pay several hundred dollars to replace it. We appear to have been victorious, touch wood, but I’m left mentally fatigued from all the false positives that fell apart, and the worry for the car, which has been on it’s last wheels for a while.

I’m hoping that my creativity won’t lapse because of all these things. I’ve been enjoying a stint of drawing that’s been very productive and worthwhile. I don’t want to lose it to stress, that’s been a horrific thing for me to not be able to draw and write, but with all of this and all of the problems we’ve been having with our health insurance I’ve been pretty wrung out the past week.

Things have kicked off for NaNo in the sense that the website is open now, and has been cleared out for the new session which starts in just under a month.

I feel like I’m not completely prepared for the 50′000 word jaunt because I’m having a hard time focusing again. I think that may just be the past few days have been a little crazy. We’ve had a lot going on at the house, and I find myself sitting here picking at my self, because I need to find the best eye creams to get rid of the bags under my eyes, and looking for split ends in my hair or over-using certain facebook games.

I recognize that these are negative behaviors, and not productive, so I’m taking steps to help myself break those patterns now that I’ve recognized them.

I look forward to NaNo and I don’t need to talk myself out of it. It will be very good for me to participate.

I’ve spoken at length about writer’s block quite often and how I find it hard to get any inspiration at times. The other night as unexpectedly as if I’d found myself participating in rv towing I found myself writing.

I wrote, by hand, about six pages of something that was completely unrelated to anything that I’d currently been trying to work on. It flowed from my pen almost as if I were channeling it. I read it the next morning and was floored by the content because it’s not something I generally write. I recognized one of the characters as one I’d written about a few years ago. I’d been mapping out his world and it’s political environment and some of his history, and here was a scene that I had glanced around because, frankly, it’s hard for me to write things involving sex at times, and here was a scene where not only was their sex, but multiple partners. However, I’m taking it as a good sign that my muse is coming back, even if she is being more than a little perverse.