Novel Writing Madness

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Approximately 90,000 words have flowed from my brain to the page in these short chilly months of 2015.

I am intimately familiar with my characters’ lives, while knowing little of my friends’.

On New Year’s day I crawled into a hole with my computer and  have emerged sparingly. It’s bright out there.

This morning when I lifted my head from its insufferable arched position, seventy five degrees from the screen of my laptop, my neck nearly frozen into Ichabod-like posture, there was a new season outside the window. Ah Spring. So soon? I am not done.

Over the last few months, my hands and brain have gelled into an almost unnatural state of synchronization. When I speak to an actual person, I feel my fingers start to type my words under the table.

My palette has shrunk: Tea, I’ve decided, counts as breakfast. And sometimes lunch. Hard cider counts as dinner.

My dog, poor un-walked old girl, grows fatter at my feet while my I spin my tales.

 I have a growing fondness for the girl in India who mentors me through my many Microsoft problems. I chat with her often,  more often than with people in my hemisphere.

Of course, I’m not actually sure whether she is real, or I invented her several chapters ago.

The hours add up.

The pages increase.

My bank account stays unembellished.

My hopes rise and fall and rise again.

In the morning, I am an optimist, the new John Green for youth, the Alice Munroe of Sonoma, the next crazy break through novelist.

At night, I reread my words and cringe, apologizing to the universe for this dribble.

Madness is a known side effect of writing.  I am aware.

I am a novel writer; I would not have it any other way.

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About Learningjunkie

A very sporadic blogger, I am enjoying sharing my musings with others as I pursue learning in many forms. Come see me at the Scuola Di Vita (school of life).
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2 Responses to Novel Writing Madness

  1. Ravasio says:

    Wow, Joanell, thank you for describing my life! Something I no longer have the energy to do after pounding away all day on the same insane pathway to who knows where! Good luck with your writing. I think you are really good

  2. Danielle says:

    Go go! I was wondering why I don’t hear a word from you. Love D

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