Old and new worries.

I may as well start using this blog, even if NaNo may be a no-no this year. It almost wiped me out and it took me over a month to even look at my writing again without feeling a gut sense of revulsion come over me. But maybe it was just first-time of 50,000 wording that took some getting used to.  I was proud of myself for all of a few hours before I just started to wish I’d never started The Words Between. But there it is. I have my plot for next year’s NaNo, if nothing else. I’m saving a piece that’s been on my mind for roughly 3 years until then.

I do know that it will be in diary form- something tells me that ordinary prose is never going to be my forté. That is my main worry with all this. I can come up with plot and idea and theme and yet my focus having been on poetry ever since I was tiny, I have no idea what constitutes good or great prose. I love books, I would live in my own private library if I could, but I can’t lock onto the secret of how to write well. Exposition, plot etc is not the issue. It’s the wordiness, description of the physical parts of the story… everything that would be picked up on before plot even came into play and makes a novel either readable or trash-can fodder.

There. Mumbling worrisome stuff ranted.

Supposed to be generating notes and plot order for Script Frenzy. Not sure now if I will be doing it or not, given that I will be doing very boring job-stuff from 23rd March. Yuck. Damn reality trying to drive me insane. Most annoying. Would prefer to stay in my dream worlds forever and live with my characters through all their ups and downs which are FAR more interesting than mine.

The physical world is not my friend.