Happy hearts, sphere. I decided to commemorate this occasion (also known as SAD, an acronym for Singles Awareness Day or Spousal Let's-See-If-His-Awareness-Extends-To-Buying-Me-Flowers Day. No wait, that would be SLIHAETBMFD and that's just vulgar) by doing something really wild and crazy.
That's right, I'm posting. I have a good excuse. Two of them, actually. Yo, I'm busy writing my novel. And the other is poster's block. Or is that bloggy block?
1. So how is my novel going? So glad you asked. 77k words right now with two chapters to go after the one I'm working on. We're in the home stretch now. And you know what that means, right? Sprint, baby, sprint!
Scene setting? Silliness!
Syntax? Bah, I say, who needs it?I bet you thought I was going to alliterate again, didn't you? That's me, always surprising the reader. Though if it really bugs you, you can throw a senseless in there for me.
I'm burning up the track now, so I'm not going to worry about silly little details like logic, plot, timelines, and sense. There will be plenty of time for that later. On the what, fourth, fifth, and sixth drafts? Yes, sphere, there really is a book on my computer. Yes, the third draft feels more like the first right now. Yes, my critique group will tear it apart and I'll probably have to redo the whole thing. Enough already. Stop pouring salt in it, OK? You are a relentless bunch.
2. Poster's block. I think my book is sucking out all my creative juices so that there's nothing left for bloggy stuff. My MC is a fighter, so maybe he's been throwing a few too many blows to my head. I don't know. All I know is, sometimes I don't know what all 43 of my readers care about, and I have a deep, abiding hatred for blog prompts. You know what I mean, right? Start every post with a different letter, or tell us 834 unique things about you.
*This is not meant to offend my bloggy buds who do this regularly. Your bloggy brain bank is empty. I get it. Believe me. You gotta do what you gotta do.*
Not for me. I get angry when someone tries to tell me what to write. I won't do it, do you hear? I am going to show my rebel side and say NO. There, that felt good, just like the voices in my head told me it would.
I think we need a new holiday for writers. Anybody want to write to Congress and demand a Voices-in-my-Head Day? After all, the voices are people, too.