Writers Brain

I have a nice long commute to work.On the way in, I often talk on the phone for most of the hour and 20 minutes I’m on the road. The way home is a different story.

I rock out to some 80s music, plot out my current stories..

 And flat out make shit up.

Such as… I was sitting in traffic, bit only my lane of the 4 south bound lanes was stopped. Loozing at the little blue prius in front of me, i thought wouldn’t it be weird if someone stopped because they were hallucinating a car in front of them? The traffic jam they thought they were in is actually caused by them. 

Traffic started moving, my brain wandered onto other things… aND I noticed it wasn’t a little blue prius in front of me. My heart dropped, and I caught my breath.

Holy shit! 

Then the car moved over, and there was my friendly little blue prius..I’ve never been so relieved to see a strangers car in my life.

And that, my lovelies, iso what having a writers brain is like.

Do you Nanowrimo?

Do you do Nanowrimo in November?

First, let me back up. Nanowrimo happens in November, which happens to be National Novel Writing Month. There’s an even where a bunch of us crazy writerly types go and try to write a novel of 50,000 words during the month of November. It’s a crazy, fun time and…

Very crazy.

What do you get out of it? Well… if you complete it, you get a rough draft of a novel which can be whipped into shape. There’s a whole community built around NanoWriMo (just in case the link doesn’t work:  http://nanowrimo.org/  ) I’m registered and ready to go.

That’s right. I am back to writing fiction and I’m going after it in a big way. I’ve started plotting my novel, and am in the process of recruiting Drill Sergeants. Chill leaders are great~ I love them, and I have so many of them. But what I need is someone to hold me accountable. Someone to say, have you written your words today? Why not? How are you going to make them up? When are you going to make them up?

And I need someone who will not take any of my BS. I’m tired. I’m a single mom. I commute. Sniffle. Sniffle. Boo Hoo.

Nope.

My son is now 10 years old. And yes, I’m often tired and I do spend a lot of time in the car. It doesn’t stop me from using Facebook for eons, or watching Hulu early in the morning. Yip, I just called myself out LOL.And I have people, including my son, who will call me out on it

So. I am Nano’ing.

Are you?