the moon reminds me of a promise
As I watch the slim crescent of the moon, hanging right there in the dark sky, too close, too big to be real, it feels good to be in this small room, huddled comfortably under the blanket, listening to something soul-y while typing away on the keyboard. Typing what?
Unfortunately, not the novel I wanted to write in November as part of NaNoWriMo. For various reasons I didn’t get past the first 10k. I could have caught up in the last week or so, if I had really pushed, but every time I thought: ‘I should use this time to catch up’, my contrary streak gained the upper hand and said: ‘Should? Since when are you listening to shoulds?’ I’m not sure if this is laziness disguised, or the pressure really was too much. Anyway, let’s look at the bright side: I’m ten thousand words ahead of where I would be had I not taken part. I will go on with the story and the rule of non-editing and see where it leads me in the next weeks and months.
I have also written three lengthy posts on my new music blog, cresting the sounds. The last one, posted today, took me most of the day to write and re-write.
Writing applications also takes time, and I’ve been doing that as well. Although I know that doesn’t really count for the type of writing I’m talking about. The moon out there reminds me that one reason for going the route that I have now embarked on, was to give me time to write, combined with the promise to myself to take me more more seriously as a writer. A writer writes. So I’ll just go on with that now.