Who says only drunk people and children always tell the truth? Cats can be pretty obvious in their opinions as well!
Our cats are pretty used to loud music and it doesn't seem to bother them. But when I need to focus on something, I sometimes put on my headphones to shut the rest of the world out. I did that today and was listening to a song I really love, a song that helps me to find the right emotions for the part I'm writing. I was singing along, eyes closed.
Suddenly Molotov jumped onto my desk, staring at me with big eyes, meowing, placing his paw on my arm. When I put the headphones aside, I noticed Pavlov was sitting on the floor next to the desk, watching me with the same big scared eyes.
I assured them nothing scary was going on, gave them some cat candy and got back to my desk. I don't feel like singing along anymore, the cats had made their point: I definately don't have the X-factor!!! ;)
I couldn't sleep, my mind was restless. Couldn't even focus on reading, so I snug out of bed to have a little smoke. Turned on the computer and this is what I found in my mailbox. How precious. Now I know sleep is waiting for me when I return to bed in a few minutes...
...and it's not all bullshit :)
I gave this tool a try this morning, but wanted to try out the hardest settings first. Just curious. Wrote for 30 minutes in the kamikaze/evil mode and wrote 1380 words, but they didn't have much content. Won't put that batch of words in my novel, that's for sure. But my gosh, what a stressy method, fingers hurt afterwards.
After a little walk and lunch I gave Write or Die a serious try. 634 words in 30 minutes to add to my novel. Meditated for half an hour, gave it one more try. The picture here shows the results.
Now I can slow down during the weekend, which will be very welcome with 2 birthdays in the family :)
As I mentioned here before, November will be my writing month. As a participant of NaNoWriMo my challenge is to write a story of 50,000+ words in 30 days. It's day 4 now, and my word count is 7005.
Previous participants told me how much fun it was to write this way. Part of me believed them, but the other part had a lot of doubts. I'm not a volume writer. I can be rather chatty in letters and blogs, but when it comes to 'serious writing' I'm focused on quality, not quantity, which means (to me) writing down 4 sentences and erasing most of them, just until I found the perfect way to put it.
I can't work like that if I want to end up with 50K of words, so the first challenge is to keep writing and leave all the flaws where they are; I can fix those later on.
I'm right on track with my stats (check them out here) and since this morning I kinda have a clue where my story is going. But nothing's sure yet, my plot has changed a few times already and even the genre varies. Let's call it "Other genre" for now ;)
I had forgotten how much blood, sweat and tears go into writing, but I'd also forgotten how much fun it is to stretch your boundaries and challenge your brain to produce a story. I've never written any fiction of more than a few pages. Or fiction? There's a lot of me in the story and I'm using my ex shrink & big a-hole as a villain. Haha, if this ever gets printed, I'll dedicate it to him! ;)
(Kidding, this is most likely not going to be printed; if I write with that in mind, all the creativity gets blocked. I'd rather think I'm just practising for 'the real thing', that's better for my nerves)
Well, these first few days I've enjoyed pretending to be a writer a lot. I even go to bed early so I can start writing early in the morning. This is life. I love it.
ps: the bunny in the upper left corner shows my present word count. For stats, go to my NaNo