Yann Tiersen || Atlantique Nord

 

When I listened to this song for the first time, it nearly startled me

This is the soundtrack to my dreams

I'd never heard this until today

But it gives me an eerie feeling

And that's because it's familiar

Remotely.

NaNo-ness

I'm kind of stuck here. I want to write for the annual NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer's Month). But as of late, I have pretty much turned m' back on the attempt of novel writing. Yeah, I'll write in a blog, but writing books?? Psh. Kismint still has a hard time trying to write three measly paragraphs.

But NaNo is a chance. These crazy people literally encourage the imprisonment of your inner editor (for a month).

To be honest, I really wouldn't care about book writing---if it weren't for one annoying little thing.
My head is a saga-creating machine. There is not a moment when my brain doesn't have something it's juicing up.
I have a library full of stories and a circus full of people in there (to my surprise, it happens to hold an amazing amount of capacity). Creating things is the way I function and entertain myself. It's just a thing about me.

If I were to do a NaNo this year I'd set an exceedingly small goal for myself. Most people go with the intention of writing about 50,000 words in 30 days.

Yeah.

Well I'm not most people. And that doesn't really work for me. It takes me hours to write five hundred words. I don't have enough time to write more than triple that every day ON TOP of (increasingly piled up) school work, house work, and the Thanksgiving festivities that come with November.

Small goals aren't bad. Maybe a short story will work. I really just want to type out the words "THE END" on something. That's all. That's it. I want a finished work of jumbly-mumbly. Last year I went almost a week at writing 1,700 words a day and then crashed. This time I'm thinking that I might just give myself an hour each day to spill out a little of the accumulating plot.

And I'm sort of kind of maybe possibly and indirectly attempting to for a suitable plot.

Back in August I had the brilliant idea to steer nearly every original literary idea that's burst through my cranium into a collision and make on whopper of a tale out of the best parts of each piece.
Well my MC (main character) is probably getting mad at me by now because he's been sitting in the same history class waiting for his teacher's next words for a few months now. HOWEVER *ahem* from that collaboration I have devised the beginnings of a sub-short story that will take place in the same places.

Yeah (for the second time).

Woohoo...

Another problem that I happen to have is the fact that I don't know much about the topics that I like to write about. Actually, I don't really much about anything---but that's another topic for another time, hmm? =D

The other thing that might become a conflict is lack of inspiration. Notice that I don't say writer's block. I think I've decided there's a difference.

See, writer's block is when you can't decide what your MC(s) are going to do next.
Lack of inspiration is when, for the life of you, you don't WANT to type what your MC(s) are going to do next...or even HOW they do what they are going to do next.
I don't have questions of what they should do next. I just can't get myself to get them to their desired destination.

I guess writing a novel is kind of like being in control of people at a train station.
Something or other like this:

You need Mrs. MacAurther on train 224 heading to Westbond and Greyfarthing at 12:15 sharp. Then, over here you need Mr. Gary and his entire family of nine on the rail going to Detroit at 1:30 PM. In addition, you have the Maryvilles, the Rootes, AND the Jetsons who are vacationing together and need to get on the quickest train to the nearest airport (wherever that might be---but you're in charge so it's up to you to help them get there). There are more, but it's rather exhausting to elaborate.
Also, in order to make their trips more appealing to a general audience, you are to send a batch of man-eating badgers to attack one of them (that character will fend them off with his cleverly-concealed crossbow), an infestation of robots to damage tracks, and a mad hamster in a ball who happens to be bent on enslaving the human race. These are your story conflicts.
In the end, a selection of your characters passengers must mistakenly die, then come miraculously back to life, a romantic relationship must be expanded upon, and each one should eventually have their lives concluded in a full-length biography (otherwise called an "afterword").

Your one thing standing for you?

Music.

The most excellent writing tip ever:
When epically chronicling your masterpiece, listen to all things Thomas Bergersen (one of the reasons why YouTube is actually very awesome).

Happy NaNo-ing!