Long-time wind down

Wednesday, 23 December, 2009

I may have (foolishly) said that I was going to write a blog about my NaNoWriMo experience last month.  I still might, but I can assure you that this post is not the post you are looking for.  Well, if there truly is anyone looking for such a post, that is.

This is actually a post about why there hasn’t been such a post.  I think.  It may just be a post to ease myself back into some longer-form–and I mean longer form as something not longer than a short email or Tweet–writing.  It really has been since that fateful day: November 29th, that I have written anything with substance.

I still cannot bring myself to open the NaNoWriMo file.  That story of mine, that is just over 50,000 words.  I have the post-NaNo blues, and I have it bad.  To the point where, I think, these couple hundred words are the most that I have written.  Anything I have written since has been counted by total characters.

It surprises me to be able to set to this task without my hands/brain rebelling.  I guess I am making some headway.  Though I doubt this headway will amount to much.  I still don’t think that I can open that file and read what I have written it.

Sure it all seemed like a good idea while I was doing it.  Now it feels like a digital abomination from the bowels of my mind.  Mind bowels?  Not a pleasant thought, and I am sorry I thought of it.

Give me some time, and I may warm to the idea of actually reliving NaNoWriMo.  Not a day-to-day account, mind you.  I don’t think I could actually remember in such detail.  I obliterated some brain cells last Saturday as I turned 29.  Ah, well!


For the sake of it…

Tuesday, 23 June, 2009

It has been some times since I just sat down to write.  That was made painfully obvious as I wrote to an old friend who I hadn’t seen since middle school.  She informed me that that was 17 years ago!  SEVENTEEN?!  That is enough to make someone feel pretty old, and I do right now.

I managed to encapsulate seventeen long years of my life into one or two paragraphs.  I suppose that’s easy enough to do when the person doesn’t really know all that much about your extended family.  And it doesn’t hurt if you really haven’t done all that much with you life, either.

I know that I haven’t done a lot with myself, and it really pains me to think about it.  There are many things I should have done.  I know I still have time to do them, but, I don’t know if it will be the same as it would have been when I was younger.

Like everyone I have aspiriations, but, I wonder if it will do any good to have them.  I try not to make them too lofty, but, that just happens when you hope, I guess.  Look at these few words I just typed, I realize that I do need to get out there.  Be more adventurous, or something.

I need to experience things, instead of just going on about not having experienced anything in my life.  Will I come back to this blog a new man, the next time I write.  It’s doubtful that it’s something that will change over the course of a couple days (shit, weeks…that seems to be how often I update).  We’ll all just have to wait and see.

Man, this was some good, cathartic writing!  Thanks for being there, WordPress!