I’m writing [not]

So, it’s been awhile. I hope you’re all doing splendidly, lovelies. Life is looking up on this part of the galaxy, too. The beginning of the year’s been bumpy, but it’s getting back to normal – or what passes as normal here. I’m moving into my own little space at the moment (it’s a process), no more living with roomies. So: YAY!

Writing’s been slow – or not happening, depending on POV. Life’s taken over and I only had time for a some revising of short stories. Yeah, I know: lame. But sometimes life is lame and we’ll just have to muddle through, and that’s what I’m doing these days.

But, you know, I finally get what the kick is about when rich trophy wives redecorate their houses. Man, the possibilities! I’m not rich, but I still got to do a little furniture shopping – ‘course I had to assemble my furniture with a help from family members… but now stuff is standing in my one-room apartment. I get to fill a closet and stuffs like that. Kinda exciting.

As to writing, yeah, I’m totally stalling on Halfway Home, but it’s the first I wanna do. I started writing another short story for an anthology, but I’m not sure I’ll have it finished by the end of March which is the deadline. We’ll see. I pretty much threw Carpe Tempus out of my 2015 schedule and that’s when I’ll be working on my German novel(s). That’s the current state of my schedule, and it’s heavily under construction since my laptop died and I’m not in possession of a PC at the moment. It really sucks – I’m working with my mom’s laptop, or at the library.

Well, I just wanted to give you an update on what’s happening here. I hope you have better luck with your writing and life and situations in general. But, you know, if not… things can only get better from here on out. That’s at least a good mantra.

Later, lovelies.

NaNoWriMo – Almost There

On Saturday the madness begins. I’m not sure how much of madness it will really be for me because… well, I’m not easily excitable and I won’t pull any weird stunts, I won’t overdo it. In short: I’m German, and thus not easily moved into a group mentality. You may scoff, but I think historically speaking we learned our lesson and are now rather weary of the concept (or, as always, it’s just me).

But I just sat and thought a little about my idea Carpe Tempus – and I still think it’s a good one. That’s a pleasant surprise since I had some doubts the past few days, especially with everything else I still want to write, to start something new, a new idea… hmmmm. But, no, I like it, it’s solid (and, I guess, I’m using that phrase far too much to describe stories… it means, that something is good without being overdone, it’s not extraordinary, it’s solid).

The next few days, I’ll be thinking about my main character a little, about her relationship to her mother, to her girlfriend, to that someone who (re)enters her life. I like her name, though I guess some won’t. Sometimes it’s difficult to justify your choice of name and people get critical, even upset. I think with a novel that has a time travelling theme, the name of Wells is self-explanatory, and Brandis just goes well with it.

I usually don’t think about plot much, I let my characters decide what they do, who they talk to, when they discover that life-altering secret. At their own pace. I have my few plot-markers along the way. The plot is never the problem, though I guess I could be criticized for having too little.

The bigger problem will be the writing schedule. I’m thinking about this, about how outer circumstances could prevent me from writing. I know my writing style, I know my pace. I write better before 12 p.m., but an afternoon session is not a problem. At around 7 p.m. my brain becomes sluggish and undecipherable. I can easily write 2,500 to 3,500 words a day, with a free day every now and then. I’m able to insert a day of up to 7,000 words about every 7-10 days. If I write 10,000 words one day, I’ll be unable to write for a couple of days, it knocks me out flat and I honestly doubt that I will have the time to write that much in November – outer circumstances. My most prolific month this year was (quite ironically) February – I wrote over 70,000 words and I’d like to actively challenge that number because I see my novel at around 75,000 words, rather than 50,000.

I guess, I’ll set my own standards for NaNoWriMo. I have to. I like to think that my muse cannot be contained by regulations made by others – I’m that much of a self-confident asshole. But I still want to use it as a kick-starter. I need one. I’m not sure about how much I’ll be participating in the activities on the platform – I’m a loner by nature and writing hasn’t just chosen me, I chose it, because I like the solitary nature of it.

The next few days will be about thinking, maybe taking some notes. I’m looking forward to starting on a new project but I’ll be writing up to it. I still want to write a short story, have to finish that block on the road of my life, and maybe get some things done that will make life easier along the (writing) way – my personal life is crypticized.

See you writing, lovelies. Carpe tempus.