Good Morning, lets go.
So, NaNoWriMO has been going on. I should be writing that right now instead of this. But instead here we are, I just gotta say the writing frequency on this blog is going to be off. I thought I would be able to write for a few minutes after working on the novel and before I got ready for work- shit didn’t go that way. So, you got a few night posts.
I just want to say this, writing fiction is fucking hard work. Writing straight forward prose like this is easy for me. I love it. The mental work of creating situations and then trying to get your protagonists out of it is like living in a world of worry. You have to imagine the bad things happening and how to get out of it. All the while you have your characters have conversations. It really is a good time. But it is work and I have been drinking way too much coffee.
Just because something is hard and is work doesn’t mean it isn’t worth doing. There are a lot of people who give up on their “Dreams” once they realize it is work. Most people think their dream is to go on vacation. They imagine their dream is to retire. They miss the point of a dream. Dreams and dreamers are fucking workers. We are passionate about doing new things. When someone’s only dream is to retire, they missed the point of dreaming. They missed the carrot cake that could be had.
I am going to get back to my struggle. Hopefully you are taking this month and next to decide what dream you want to follow next year. Because I am doing that too. Remember next year it is Game Fucking On- we will crush it! We got two months to prep. Let’s go.
Later Gator 🐊