Today I was as excited to write my daily NaBloPoMo post as I was to write my daily quota for my NaNovel. I had written a moving post about “writing what you know” when I happened across a really funny post on DarkStarBurning about this very idea. Suddenly, a dark little entry about my personal experience with domestic violence had no legs.
After reading her incredibly witty tampon metaphors about the strangers you meet that become fodder for your own creative writing, I immediately abandoned mine, believing I could never do justice to this topic as she had already done. I wasn’t happy for her at all that she had written such a delightful post (I don’t even think I “liked” it and it was great!)
In fact, I was
furious jealous so miserable about her success with my idea, I had an epic tamper tantrum and stomped my feet in the hallway:
No fair, she took my idea!
(to which the MIA perked up her brow scornfully; just another example of my personal nuttiness this visit in her eyes, I’m sure)
So, instead, I find myself at a total loss for what to post today that is not the latest 2 thousand word update on my novel! When I added this challenge to my repertoire, I thought it was a cinch. Ha! Now, I’ve all but deleted what I had written about using personal experience to improve the texture of my writing and am left with nothing.
I suppose I could bore you with tales of my so-called life (no, not the movie). We’ve had a heck of a time the past 10 days trying to delouse the lice infestation my daughter and her girlfriends brought home – that was fun, but surely not blogworthy.
I could tell you about the ‘fantastic’ visit from the MIA (my mother-in-law) who arrived the Friday before my competition and is STILL HERE 10 days later! But as much as we love her and her visits promise hours of knee-slappin’ entertainment, I can’t seem to pull any of it forward to tell you about.
I once drafted a post on the most overused words in the English language (literally, epic, awesome, seriously, exactly, love, whatever, totally, like, promise, empathy) that I could maybe pull out the paddles for, I guess, but I am literally unable to focus on the idea or really, any idea!
I even scrolled through recent Daily Prompts to see if I could make something from nothing – not even the Dear Abbey (who I read religiously as a kid) idea sparked anything in me, though it was the closest of all the possible fits.
I’ve been so totally obsessed with this NaNoNSense for what seems like forever, and I’ve become quite the dull girl in the process! I am in constant draft mode, plotting the next scene, manufacturing the choreography of the dialogue, designing metaphors and similes in the hope I can fit them (or force them) into the story … It is consuming my every waking thought! Heck, I’ve got over 11 Thousand words on Day 4…that’s like totally obsessive, right?
Help! Is this normal?