The statute of limitations on this post has expired!
Note the date: This post was originally published in 2004 and is kept here largely for archival purposes. Anything older than three years may contain ideas and opinions for which such a gap of time has likely reshaped, altered, softened, re-jigged, or otherwise changed those ideas and opinions to a state incongruent with my current existence.
And then there were three?
Distractions of work, home, and life aside, I think it might be time to write another book. I’ve been tossing the concept — think green salad — in my mind since re-discovering the nanowrimo event site again last week. At first I shied away, remembering how much effort went wasted last year when my employ dumpled a massive web-redesign project on me half-way through the month.
Too bad. So sad.
And this year, our skipping town to visit California for a week could either (a) really severely cramp the momentum required to write like the wind, or alternatively (b) provide a break, rebreather, and opportunity to refresh the brainstem for the last home stretch. Pick one.
Either way, I think I’d have to slap myself in the face with a wet fish if I didn’t jump on the bandwagon once again and push forward with the novel-writing-thing. I’d be disappointed in myself, and my lack of motivation. I couldn’t, honestly, call myself a writer — and besides explaining the size of my hole (see the section on home-building) I would end up having very little to discuss here if I didn’t write.
But, things are shifting: I’m going to change it up a little. Maybe. It depends on the feedback I get from this space. So, if you’re keeping up, these are the (my personal) rules (amended) from last year:
Don’t talk to me.
Don’t even think of discussing the book with me.
But that was mean. And boring. And no one followed them much anyways. So I’m switching it up a little bit. This year, I think I want to go interactive. Full out. Audience play along: interactive. Live. Fresh. Whatever.
The plan goes something like this: Every couple of days, here, on this blog, I’m going to put out a “call.” I want you (the valued and highly intellegent reader) — yes, you — to leave a comment and answer that call. Provided it’s both (a) serious and (b) not too bizaarely obscene, I’ll play along from my end.
Today, I’m asking for characters. That’s right. i want your imagined character. Invent one. Share and enjoy. Something fresh and original. Tell me who they are, what they do, and why they are screwed up enough to be in a fifty-thousand word novel. Describe that character. Comment: him or her or it. And I’ll try my best to squeeze a place for them into the novel. If I like them, they may even be a main character. More requests coming soon, to be sure, so get busy on this one.
(And PS: if you don’t play along, well, then it’s back to the same old rules…. blah.)