I don’t post a lot.
My friend just completed his Goodreads challenge in half the time he was going to. I thought that’s a nice idea, to set a challenge for how many books I’ll read. But truthfully, I read a lot. When I say I spend hours on the internet, that means hours reading stories (half the time on tumblr, half reading). So I think I’m set there.
But what I don’t do is write a lot. So I guess I’m not a writer. According to the advice writers usually give people and stuff. I’m not a writer. I could theoretically just stop it all together. No more Nanowrimo, no more thinking of how I could get published and where my stories are going, and about writing new ideas. Why do I keep going? Because I just do. I could no more commit to never writing again than I could commit to never drinking Coca-Cola. My health would literally have to be on the line for me to stop completely. So maybe I’m not a writer. But I am someone who writes.
I’m addicted to buying blank journals. I have a new one I just got a while ago that’s decorated like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I was going to write a story in it but I ended up using it as a diary of sorts for my daughter. I’ve just been writing down memories of her and our time together as well as lists of things (like songs I sang her as a baby). This is going to sound morbid, but I’m doing it because when she hopefully outlives me, she’ll have a book of just me talking to her. A few weeks ago my mother put a picture of me on Facebook and when it suggested people to tag it suggested I was my deceased cousin. I freaked out and have been kind of planning ahead for my death.
Anyway, 52 posts in 52 weeks. I’m challenging myself to get back on that writing horse by writing at least one blog post per week. Nanowrimo is coming up, but this year my writing group from Nano has been meeting year long. It helped me finish up this short story (which turned into a novelette). But the novel is giving me trouble. It’s easy to get lost when I put it down for a week and I lose pace and tone easily. Not sure what to do.
I was thinking of just focusing on the short stories again. I was better at finishing stories under 12K. Maybe I could actually try to get some of those published. It seems easier for me to do since it’s easier for me to actually edit those stories to a place I’m okay with. That guy who was going to read my story for me and give me criticism didn’t do it. It’s been months and my story was only 10K. I don’t know what to do. The problem with asking for beta readers is I usually run into people who want me to beta read back which is of course only fair. But aside from fan fiction, I generally only like reading non-fiction. So I’m kind of screwed.
So I’m going to really try and commit to blog again next week. We’ll see. I don’t do to well with self-inflicted challenges.
*the above image was taken at the Bookstore in the Grove, Coconut Grove Miami.