I’m diving in.
Taking the turn.
Flashing the mob.
Dancing in the rain.
Turnin’ this truck around.
Checking it twice.
Hollerin’ if you need me.
Okay, I give up. When you have to think longer than three seconds, you just let it go.
My creative writing students have been ragging me to write my novel. I ask them to write everyday from funky prompts, unlimited imaginings, and on top of it I make them watch Marcel the Shell videos for first person narrative inanimate object help.
So, in order to get my Dad the Lexus I promised him (at the age of 9) upon the publication of my first novel and then later wrote that story down as my personal statement to be accepted to college at NCSU, I think it’s time I just shut up and did. I wrote 30 pages of swamp narrative when I took a hiatus from blogging (which still hasn’t come back yet from that vacation, still in recovery). It was swamp/roadtrip narrative to be honest and my Dad told me it had no plot, so I should probably buy a book for plot structure …
I’m participating. #NaNoWriMo. For the first time ever.
It’s a cause for goose bumps.
Let’s be buddies: BookishCassie
If you’re considering participating, please join me in battle. We can go down together and I’ll carry you out of the dead heat of a lazy afternoon, if you do the same for me. We can be partners in crime, a comedy team, a silent prayer. I need people with posters on the sidelines. I need to stop waiting for my new diary to arrive and just write my words down on the page.
I’ll be writing in Omm Writer which I find to be the coolest tool ever. I will not let the music play however, but I do like the typing sound. Saturday. It’s on. Less like Donkey Kong than I think it’s going to be. Let’s high five this sucker out, after our hands cramp up from all that writing.
Does this mean I can get a cool shirt?