We are well on our way to the rest of the year, folks. Three weeks have passed and the new year’s resolutions for most have died off or disappeared. What have the last few weeks held in store for you? How has your year treated you so far? Are you sticking with your new year’s resolutions? Have you accomplished any goals?
My year has proved busy, successful and well, unexpected. I’ve…
Worked quite a bit,
Gone to the stock show,
Drank approximately 32 ounces of water every day (or more),
Attended a mammoth game,
Had a few beers,
Encouraged a few writer friends to pursue their dreams and keep going,
Helped organize and clean an office,
Tried a new restaurant,
Started taking an online marketing course,
Actively participated in watching football,
Mourned Alan Rickman’s death,
Drank some wine,
Played some Sims 3 and Sims 4,
Started cooking at home more,
Started packing better lunches for work,
Posted more social media content,
Took more pictures,
And drew a panda (featured image), just to list a few.
All in all? It’s not a bad start. Drinking water, for me, was a big one. I was lucky if I managed to drink 8 ounces all day. Now I’m finishing off at least 32 ounces, or more, within the day before five o’clock.
Oh man, football. I’m not a huge fan. Never really have been, but I made a point to try and attempt to pay attention, know the scores and be enthusiastic when the right team scored.
I didn’t set any specific new year resolutions, necessarily. Why? Partly, I was lazy in planning and didn’t know what I wanted to fix. I’m a mess in so many areas and when looking in the mirror, I couldn’t figure out where to start.
With that in mind, it seemed hopeless. I felt like I should have some sort of epic, award-winning moment in my life that would spill all of the knowledge I needed as soon as the clock struck midnight.
Do you know what really happened? I watched the ball drop and then glanced around the faces on the television to see their reactions. Most were laughing and having a blast. Then my gaze focused on Demi Lovato’s expression on the screen.
Her smile turned upside down, but only in the corners of her mouth. Her eyes lost the glimmer for a few small seconds. I watched her look around and she seemed unhappy, envious of those around her. For a moment, I knew that we were in the same boat. We were disappointed. The confetti fell from the sky and people were everywhere but there were no award-winning moments, no grandiose light shows nor words of wisdom.
Now, I don’t know her personally. I’ve never met her or had the pleasure of conversing with her. But I know what unhappy looks like. I felt like I could relate with the “so… this is it” expression. It was as if she didn’t want to enjoy the moment she was in, though everyone else around her were. I could relate. It was as if we both realized one thing…
It was just another year, another time, another midnight.
Every year, we get older. Every year, we watch the time fade and we wonder what happened. I didn’t want to feel like that anymore and personally decided to make this year one to find and enjoy the things that I love. I want to learn more about me and do what I want to do. I hope beyond all hope that I am wrong about Demi and that maybe she really wasn’t feeling well. Or maybe she naturally smiles like that. I will never know for certain.
What I do know? Life is far too short to not enjoy what we’re doing with it.
You only get one life, one moment to take that chance, one shot to make your life what you want it to be.
What will your face look like next year, when you watch the ball drop for another year? Will you regret what you’ve done? Or will your entire body be filled with elation that everyone around you can’t help but smile with you? Are you doing what makes you happy? Something you’re passionate about?
If not, what are you waiting for?
Don’t wait for everyone else. If you do, you’ll be standing in a crowded room on New Year’s Eve wondering what your life means. You run the risk of being unhappy or disappointed with the “new year.”
I am horrible at keeping the updates alive. I have three drafted posts that were supposed to be submitted, but I forgot to schedule them. No one saw the updates or excerpts.
To help remedy this, and provide an honest update all around, I’ve summarized all of them here. Bear with me, it’s a long one. (:
Yesterday was the last day for National Novel Writing Month. Everyone kept busy trying to get another thousand words or more before the clock ran out, myself included.
My final word count was: 30,348.
It’s not horrible, but it’s also not 50K. I saw people around me hit the 50K mark and wished that I could be a part of that group too. I watched the virtual write in on youtube, and the hosts, Austin and Tim, would blow their kazoos each time someone reached their goal. It was almost salt in a wound.
I tried to reach the seemingly impossible goal last night, though I only had six hours to do it. I could feel the story slipping from my grasp, the word count wouldn’t magically jump to 50K like I wanted, and inside, part of me harbored irritation.
I wanted to feel sorry for myself. At one point, I refocused and tried to convince myself that I could include the 18K words written for Silhouettes of Red. The problem? I knew I wouldn’t be using any of it in my novel. Not to mention, I didn’t write it during NaNo. I wrote it prior to November.
My gut told me it was cheating, but my mind had a motive, “Win.” If I would have validated with that word count, my number could have been significantly greater. I probably could have won. Not to mention, there was a kazoo waiting to sound off for me.
While I had the option within my reach, I asked myself how I truly felt about it. For starters? I wanted to write solid material. I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo before and quite a few of the scenes I wrote will not make it into any of my novels.
I also know that I have yet to finish any novel I start. I ended up asking myself if I wanted to go insane while repeating the same processes. I don’t think anyone wants to go insane, at least not on purpose. But I could already feel the pull towards crazy.
I realized that if I were to take the route of adding in all those pesky extra words, then my outcome of Silhouettes of Red might be a bit different. What do I mean by that? Let’s take a look at my history… Shall we?
• History Lesson #1: 3636 D (November NaNo 2014)
I created this novel based on a dream that I used to have growing up. I was very excited to write it, and finished NaNo with a little over 95K. After NaNo, I let my novel sit, unfinished, from December until March.
During that time, I sent pieces out to friends/readers. I choose to read through part of it myself and truly hated the beginning. I could hardly push forward. Constructive criticism was given but negative feedback took the majority. Instead of revisiting a somewhat let down, I started creating a new novel for Camp in April.
• History Lesson #2: Dawn of Affliction (April Camp NaNo 2015)
This time around, I wrote a compilation novel in the Harlow Series that includes nine short stories from a cursed town nestled in the mountains. I wrote and found a tenth, novel-worthy, idea in the process about a character named Iris. She was persistent wanted her story told and demanded more than a short so I started the journey.
When I shared her partial story with friends, they didn’t find her so appealing. The level of detail was overpowering to some, while others wanted more. Some people claimed they couldn’t follow the plot. I was told that I struggled with consistency and that my novel needed some serious work.
Needless to say, I hit a curve ball and didn’t finish Dawn of Affliction, or Iris’ story. I completed my goal of 60K. Frustrated with other responses to Dawn of Affliction, I set that aside as well and didn’t pick it up again.
• History Lesson #3: Open Deception (July Camp NaNo 2015)
July’s Camp NaNo came around and I was pumped. For some reason, I had renewed energy to work on 3636 D. With the excitement fresh and raw, I dove headfirst into revamping and revising everything. The title was changed (to Open Deception), the perspective shifted from third to first person and that shift transformed the plot. With a little over ten chapters, I managed to adjust parts of my “waste” NaNo project into the beginning of a new novel.
Here’s the thing, I still haven’t finished it. In fact, after my own version of revision for Camp NaNo, I put it aside.
What have I learned from all of this?
• First – I need to stop listening to people when they shoot my novels down. I realized that not everyone is going to be a fan of my writing, my ideas, or the characters, and that’s okay!
A lot of people were irritated with Silhouettes of Red. They didn’t understand why I wanted to write about a serial killer. While my novel is a minority to the crowds, I find it fascinating. The mind of Edgar Bates has yet to bore me. Personally? I enjoy Edgar’s creativity and duplicity.
• Second – NaNo gives me permission to use a lot of junk words. The mindset switches from “quality content” to “word count” and while it’s not always a bad thing, it often causes me stress. I lose the vision for my novel as I try to force myself to complete the word count for the day.
It makes the writing portion for me not fun. People definitely noticed that my enthusiasm for writing was different this month. On numerous occasions, I was asked what was up. People know that I love writing. But somewhere in this fiasco I lost the excitement of writing the story and started focusing on the word count instead.
With that, I ended up frustrated. My family was traveling, I ended up sick, I had to complete deadlines with work because of the trip, etc. When you lose the enthusiasm for a novel, it becomes a chore to complete. NaNo only helped enhance the nature of the “chore” mindset causing me to get discouraged easily.
• Third – Every NaNo project has been scrapped or pushed off to the side. It’s almost as if that word count focus takes over. I tend to tell myself that I’ve “reached my word count” so the story is over. Clearly, in my situation, that’s not the case.
I refuse to let this continue. Silhouettes of Red will not fall victim to the NaNo habit. I made a commitment to finish Silhouettes of Red, so that’s what I’m going to do. I was purposeful in my commitment and the words i placed in it. I want to finish the novel. While the 50K was important to me, it’s not the ultimate goal. Finishing the novel is, however, and whether it’s 100K, 79K or 50K, I’m going to push myself to do it.
Now, now, now… Don’t get me wrong.
I love NaNoWriMo! I love what it stands for, I am grateful for the push they gave me to strive for the overwhelming and I support it one hundred precent. I’m sure I’ll continue participating, even.
For me, personally? I need to get to the point where I can stay confident, focused and determined in what I’m writing, while doing whatever challenge it is that I feel compelled to do.
Throughout all of this, I’ve learned more about me. I accepted a challenge, I completed a challenge in the past, and I failed at the challenge in the present. I set goals for myself and achieved them, and throughout each time, I’ve gained experience as well as practice in regards to writing.
I’ve realized that it was easy to learnsuccess. It’s very easy to celebrate and be enthused with the knowledge that you’ve accomplished something.
It’s harder to accept a failure. I’d like to think that this is my journey. I’ve just found something that didn’t work for me. My hope is that maybe the ten thousandth time, I figure out how to make my own lightbulb.
I struggled with the thought today that I didn’t win. I like winning. It makes me feel good. But I don’t want an addiction to the win. I want an addiction to my novels. I want a borderline obsession with the words that I can create.
The only way that I can manage that, is if I choose to keep pressing forward. I’m going to keep writing, I’m going to finish Silhouettes of Red, and I’m going to be a success story. (;
I’ll just do it on my terms.
Okay, there you have it. My update on NaNoWriMo. As you can see, I learned a lot about me and my process. I don’t see this as a fail, I see this as a partial success. (: I learned something that didn’t work for me.
Now, who’s ready for two excerpts?
I have two more, but I’ll post those later this week.