The year is almost over! Holy smokes...I'm getting old.
NaNo has kicked my butt this year. But I'm still beating this thing into some form of...mold.
I do want to wish everyone a safe and Happy Thanksgiving wherever you may find yourself. One of the things that I've realized as time goes by is that my family has shrunk. Family members have moved away or they've expanded their own families. Some even work on this day. But guess what? It's not the end of the world.
One day of family dinner does not a family make.
Try saying that ten times.
One of the things I love about this season is the making of the pasteles. Pasteles are a traditional Puerto Rican dish. It's a lot of hard work but worth it.
So here's to many family dinners filled with lots of food, good company, and good health.
Writing a novel in a month is no easy feat/feet. A-huh, you will get brain farts, word vomit, eye wedgies, rapid finger jabbing, and the worst of it all...the i-suck-why-waste-my-time syndrome.
But let's talk about insecurity.
Okay, let's talk about overcoming insecurity. That's why we're all here. To know that we are not alone in this madness of the "why" challenge that can kill creativity and stunt hope.
I participated in my first NaNo last year and I really enjoyed it. Again, this year I am meeting my goals, moving forward with the plot, having some weird dreams that have nothing to do with what I'm writing but I'm incorporating in it anyway.
Dragons in a contemporary thriller--yeah. I can add that. Why not?
It's NaNo...Anything goes.
Whether you are NaNo-ers or not, take comfort in knowing you are not alone. There is an end to the madness--whether in 30 days or a year. But the story needs to be written, needs to take life, and you are the only one that can do it. Because you have Dragons.
After a nice mini-vacation with the familia which included attending a birthday party in Kansas and a football game in Texas, I am ready to get back to work. What does that mean...exactly?
I had to catch up on The Walking Dead, Arrow, Supernatural, and Gotham. Ahem, I'm at risk of reverting back to being a couch potato. But...I am also revamping my YA Contemporary with the help of Latino@s in Kid Lit (.com). I was selected to participate in their Pitch Fiesta ! So, that means I'm in query writing hell.
Apart from brain mush, eye bleeds, and aversion to reality, I'm reigniting the spark I found in the story. The why I wrote it in the first place. And that feels real good.
As I go round and round...and round with it, I'm optimistic that I will keep my sanity. Which is kinda important, me thinks.
Okay, so I caught up with the last four seasons in a week. That says something. It took me this long because I didn't think the show was more than zombie eating folks and I just think that's gross. Well, the show is about much, much more. It's still gross.
With that said, I leave you with Carl. One of my favorite characters in TWD.