In Which: Nanowrimo Ate My Soul Once


I remember it like it was yesterday: It was 2005 and I was dead set on writing that 50,000 words in 30 days. I only let myself eat as a reward for finishing that days word count, and even then sometimes I forgot to eat or drink anything. Still for all my effort I only got to 25,000 before  the slow burn of writing so much everyday got to me and buried my willpower under the gravy of Thanksgiving.

Now years later, I think I know what truly beat down my willpower: For all the talk of silencing my internal editor, writing with the unspoken dedication to whatever I produce being bad by default just wasn’t me. It’s one thing to have a first draft that’s not polished and pretty awful. (Goodness knows my dyslexia helps with that XD)  But trying to shut off any remnants of critical thought to the plot and characters of a story just for the sake of writing it as fast as I was able felt off somehow.

I actually really love Nanowrimo in theory is the saddest part. I just wish more energy was put toward teaching participants that speed does not always have to come at the price of quality, salvageable writing.

There have been a number of published Nano novels in the past few years so I know it is possible in my heart of hearts to have more at the end of national novel writing month then you started with and something to be proud of at that. Here’s to 1667 words a day (even outside of November)!

PS. I’m very sorry for not writing an update in so long. From now on I promise to at the very least write two blog posts here per month over the holidays. My family is much older now and so I’m trying my best to spend as much time with them as I possibly can 🙂


In Which: There is A Blue Screen Of Not Death


I love Wordperfect. There, I said it.

I didn’t always love it, no.  It was the first real program to introduce me to typing on a blank screen and filling it up, and given my horrible dyslexia at the time (which has lessened with age, oddly) that wasn’t a good thing in my eyes.

But what drove me crazy was the formatting. Or, I should say, lack there of.¶  (Sometimes this mark was a simple box shape)

I knew the formatting was actually there, but being able to see it all the time drove my little perfectionist mind crazy.¶

It was the one time where I felt happier in Word. Until, of course,the pages were printed out and the symbols were gone like a figment of my too active imagination.

But something about that blue screen stayed with me. Deep inside, it spoke of some nostalgic ghost of hours and hours of non-stop fiction typing creativity.

I’ve since found FocusWriter and a theme that brings back all these feelings full force.

Even if I can’t make the real dusty program run on my shiny PC, this seems like the next best thing.

Hello, old blue friend.