Captain’s Log 4,493
Wheee! I made it!
I made it. Now what?
As things continue to unfold in my life, I find myself being nudged in a direction I never thought I could handle. Writing. I needed to prove that I actually might have what it takes. 500,000 visitors has done that. Piece by piece, I have accumulated a sizable chunk of work here. Some of it may even have some merit. I don’t sit down here every day to write things of merit – I just write.
NaNoWriMo is just around the corner. I’ve been giving that some thought too. I did it once and I swore I would never do it again. I feel differently now. But I need to start early if it’s going to actually happen. Being in Montana for five days will punch a significant hole in the time needed, and there is no way in hell I am going to try to write a book when I am with Penny! No way! The Montana trip is purely for fun and adventure. So…. I am starting NaNoWriMo tonight. I have decided to take the easy way out and beef up Skeptical Eve. It will be good practice. She is smutty. Smut is fun. I went back a read some of the entries, and I can work with them. I realize I should have written more regularly. In one entry I have Eve’s mother dying from an encounter with a giant squid. The next entry has her dying from an encounter with a giant crocodile. Maybe I can just refer to her death with innumerable encounters with various creatures of the deep. Who cares? It’s NaNoWriMo and I can do whatever I want.
So what is NaNoWriMo? It’s National Novel Writing Month. It’s an exercise where you just write and write without editing to see if you can knock out 50,000 words in a month. None of it makes sense. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s designed to get your writing muscles moving. It’s like a marathon for your creative juices. They call it thirty days and thirty nights of literary abandon! Sometimes, good things come of it. Some people actually work on their manuscripts and get them published. Like THESE PEOPLE.
So that’s my plan for now. I plan to stock up on some good snacks from Trader Joe’s and get busy. My faves for now are Inner Peas. Get it? I want to contemplate them – or perhaps have them meet an untimely death at the jaws of a crocodile or the gaping maw of a giant squid.
Better than whirled peas
I really like peas. Real peas. I had pea chutney when I was in Chicago. It sounded totally gross but it was very, very good. I think they whirled them to make the chutney. Or maybe they put them in a barrel and stomped on them. My favorite peas of all are the sweet baby peas.
The Cadillac of canned peas
So what I said earlier about writing things of merit holds true. This entry was all over the map…..ending with high-end canned peas. I have no idea how this happens.