Camp NaNoWriMo Day 1
Today has been a successful day. I am on track to finish my 1667 goal. I have worked on 2 sprints so far. The first was at one of my favorite coffee shops in Portland. It was nice to sit in the sun filled cafe, drinking a Stropp latte and working thru the fight between Tegean and her mom that opens this book. I think I am going to try to write this in as close to chronological order. I have been using Drafts to keep track of dialogue choices that come into my head for different scenes instead of chasing those down. After I finish this blog I hope sit down and bang thru the last 600 words or so. Maybe get a head start on tomorrow. Writing wise it was a lovely day.
There is apart of me that wished that my creativity didn’t feel the brightest when I feel the worse. It’s like having a beautiful dream to run away to. It also has a darker side. Having an an active imagination is like wishing on a monkey paw. It gives me the ability to create worlds and stories, to knit and sew and write songs. It gives me the things that make me feel like me. It also has the power to knock the wind out of me. The smallest detail in disappointment is a full blown movie by the time my head hits the pillow. To the point that sometimes I wish I had Aphantasia. To say that 2023 has been a hard year is an understatement. It has been one disappointment after another. Yesterday’s disappointing news hurt my feelings, but didn’t catch me off guard. So I retreating to the world where I know that Tegean will find her happy ending is comforting.
Here is some photos from what feels like the first day of spring here in Portland.
See you tomorrow,