Over at Chaotically Yours.

I'm passesoir over at nanowrimo.org.

I'm starting to get that "have been on another planet" feeling. But I've been reading so much about politics lately, it's keeping me somewhat grounded.

Which was probably my problem this evening.

I think I wrote more useless dialogue than anything.

But I did manage to segue into the next important scene, so...all's well.

At the beginning of the year, I said I wouldn't.

Backtrack...I got a novel idea back in late December/early January.

I've been playing with it since then. I have a very brief outline of several chapters. Some character sketches. Some flash fictions of scenes I don't see being in the novel (at least not all of them/in full), but they do have an impact on character development.

And, so all this talk of NaNoWriMo got me to log into my account, consider it, and...

I've decided I'm going to try it again this year.

My last time was in '07. I completed the 50,000 words in 30 days and came out of November feeling like I'd spent the month in a constant 'tween state. I might have stumbled upon Tír na nÓg or Brigadoon for all I remember of November '07.

...And I'm going to do this again?

I think I've officially lapsed in sanity.

Maybe this year will involve an actual fugue state?

Dear random writers (usually of bad sex scenes),

"Grinded" is not a word. The proper usage is "ground." As in: He ground his hips...

"Thrusted" is also not a word. The proper word is "thrust." Ex: She thrust her tongue... Not "thrusted."


Stop mutilating the English language, please.

Got back last night from Batesville, Indiana. Had gone up Tuesday for business. 610 miles in two days. Tiring.

Travel included lots of rural roads, flat land, and numerous, numerous corn fields. Pretty...but my God there's a lot of corn in Indiana. I kept wondering if I might run into "He-Who-Walks-Behind-the-Rows."

I've been creatively brain dead for the last week or so. (I was in Chattanooga last weekend and didn't accomplish anything literary.) I've even slacked off on those 50 word pieces...

I think I will have some time to myself this weekend to play with some more words and maybe pull up (again) that short story I was picking at a few weeks back.


Sadly (for my creative persona), I fear I'm about to be swallowed, somewhat, by a couple of projects at work, so my fiction output may slump again.