She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him.
Writing for National Novel Writing Month has had a bit of a rocky start. But, like many parents around the world, weekends belong to youth sports, so there’s that.
Still, since November 1, I have managed to churn out a small amount of the anticipated 50k total expected by the end of the month: alas, only about 2000 words so far. None of them for the memoir though – I’m working on a different story.
I’m on the fence about a lot of things in my life, but my latest struggle is about NaNoWriMo.
Good morning from my *office* on the living room couch. 🙂
I have declared, starting today, that every weekday morning from 9 to 11:30 am are my official office hours.
This will be the designated time I write my words.
I read a lot. I suppose most of us who write, or like to write, do the same.
Here’s a thought about that:
Not all reading material we pick up we end up enjoying.
Am I right?
I have come across quite a few blog posts in recent days on this topic. It preoccupies me, but not in the way you might expect. There are always more books you can get your hands on, more reading material. These days, fresh topics are literally within reach of the palm of your hand. A click away.
I think about reading in conjunction with writing. Often, reading something is what inspires me to write something.
But I want to dig a little deeper:
I’ve decided I’m going to build a boat.
The Weather Network on TV is having so! much! fun! with all of our weather woes here in North America at the moment. It’s quite amusing to sit on my couch with my coffee and watch them explain, over and over again, what to do and not to do because of the dangerous wind chills, and the snow, and the ice, and all the rest of it.