|The Song of the Phoenix by Cpt <HUN>, Flickr|
Meanwhile, my novel reads like a dictionary.
I keep looking at the pages of logorrhea, desperately wanting to:
- Arrange them in coherent subject/predicate sentences. “Jumped the brown over fox lazy the quick dog” simply isn’t cutting it.
- Throw them together in cohesive groupings — called paragraphs — and form those into orderly chapters. How is he alive? Didn’t his flaming noggin just skyrocket to the playground on the previous page?
- Set aside a few chapters to create a beginning…add a middle…a couple of love handles…then end it. And they lived happily ever after.
But that’s a NaNo-NoNo. Edit later.
This is literally putting my inner critic through hell — wait, that’s incorrect — he’s figuratively going through hell. See? I’ve never written anything without over-thinking it, not even the initials of my name (should it be “M.L.,” “M. L.,” “ML,” “ml,” or “Emel?”).
Inner Critic said M.L., and he’s always right.
Where…is…my…COFFEE? Ahh…there it is. Come to Papa.
Did you know drinking five or more cups of coffee a day can cause hallucinations?… No!… Yes, it’s true, I read it in the Times… I think I’ll have another, anyway — join me?… Thanks, but I’ve already got a cup… Should we ask him if he wants a cup?… No, I don’t like having coffee with him, he’s crazy.
On that note, I’ll leave you zany Wrimos and Naners, as well as the other writers who chose to stay sane this November, with the following quote by British statesman, orator, prime minister, and author (yes, author and recipient of the 1953 Nobel Prize for Literature), Winston Churchill:
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
See you in the trenches.
4 thoughts on “And They Were Cast into the Lake of Fire…”
Emel, this was a fantastic post. You are so great with putting words together! I've forced myself into a green tea habit from mid-morning to mid-afternoon, at which point I pour myself a glass of wine. I'm so impressed with your drive and focus this month. I have a feeling something great and publishable is being birthed.
LOL! Did you know that I actually considered 'Emel' when thinking of pen names? Yep. But it reminded me of Shlemeil too much.Thanks for finding some readability to the post! I try. ;o)I get on green tea kicks quite often…one is probably coming up soon. It's usually winter when I do. I like hot drinks in the winter (my graduation is from tea to toddies).I LOVE your Friday posts, now. Really inspiring some health changes in me. As a matter of fact, it is going to play a part in a new post for Treading that I've been ruminating on today.I like your vibes…they tend to come true. 'Twould be nice. :o)
Welcome to NaNoWriMo, my friend. I've been drinking plenty of coffee, too. But I need to cut back on the caffeine because it elevates the blood pressure. That's the last thing I need because my inner editor–who is trying hard to escape the box I've locked her in–is already doing that. LOL.You're doing great. But if you're up for a word sprinting partner on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Fridays, I'm available. Just shoot me an email.
I've never made so many typos before. Actually, this "free range writing" is quite liberating, although when I go back and edit, I'll wonder, "Did I use every tense imaginable in this one sentence?"What I'm doing is writing a series of scenes. NO good transition, but I'm not going for that. Just plot point after plot point, character development after character development. I'll combine them and pretty them up in the edit. There is a sense of story building. I'm happy with the progress. I also knew going in that I wouldn't be able to work on it every 1667 day, but would have days where I could devote to it and pump out 5000 or close. You've read me…it's not hard for me to write a lot about nuthin'.A sprint day sounds fun. I'll let you know. Maybe Friday!