| I've been trying to talk to myself a lot, but I haven't been talking back.
I'm getting excited about NaNoWriMo! It's right around the corner. I've participated for the past three years and each year has taught me something new about writing and about letting go. I have my novel all ready, so hopefully there will be no snags. The plot line is simplistic, yet interesting, so I'm hoping I won't have as much trouble with it as I have in previous years. It simply takes me longer to write something because my plotlines are often complicated. I am almost finished last years NaNo -- "Dead Men Don't Drink Moonshine," the second in a series. The first was "A Siren for the Dead." Next up -- "Dead Man at Lark's Landing." I'm sure you've noticed the theme. In other news, I am considering breaking free from the confines of the East Coast. God and Goddess willing, I can get out here. As Modest Mouse said best in "The World at Large" -- "I pack my belongings and I head for the coast, might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most..." With travel in mind, I will be self-publishing a book of poems soon. It is more for my benefit than anyone else's... I simply wish to release some creative energy. But, it never hurts to try and make a little money in the process, so I will be selling them, or trying to. Also, I was named Contributing Editor at the Pagan Writer's Community only yesterday... or was it the day before? I'm very excited! I have my first assignment, an article / interview with a publisher, and I feel like I'm actually doing something useful and meaningful since the Writer's Corner in Doylestown fell apart.
I'm constantly talking to myself, trying to figure out what it is that I really want, but I don't seem to be listening to myself.
Over the past few days, I have had two disturbing dreams. In the first one, I was sending a text message to a friend when my phone broke. I have a texting-type phone with an extendable keyboard. In this dream, the keyboard broke away from the phone and I panicked. I translate this as a loss of communication.
Yesterday, I had a similar dream. The phone was already broken and I was still trying to fix it. It was like a continuation. But no matter what I did, I couldn't repair the damage.
Something in my life is broken, and I need to fix it. I think that can only happen by letting go and learning to move on. Let's see where I am in the next few months. I hope it's where I'm supposed to be... and where I want to be. |
