Tuesday, May 22, 2012

40,051

I'm sure you have all noticed my postings aren't as frequent as they have been in the past.

(Please, your concern is overwhelming.)

Well, here's where I spill my guts as to what's really going on in my life.

I'm happy.

Very happy

I won't go so far as "delirious," but things are looking up. And the reasons why are varied and strange, but what it all comes down to is that I'm doing what I love. And once I figured out that this one thing made me happy, everything else in my life fell into place.

The title of this post refers to what I'm doing. That number above, 40,051, refers to a word count. A word count to a book I'm writing.

Today, I hit my official half-way point. My goal is to get to 80,000 words, which is a median word count estimate for a novel. It could be longer, but I'm at least going to hit that 80,000.

I have never gotten this far in a project like this. I am poet, and my work is at most 200 words a pop. I don't work a lot in short-stories, mainly because I get bored with the characters, the dialogue, and the premise. Last November, I started writing an idea I had brewing, something that I personally would want to read. At first, I just did it to distract myself from my shitty life, to see a personal fantasy and fable written in black and white.

And then the story grew. I found myself in love with my characters and plot, and what started as a short story to amuse myself turned into a longer story to amuse myself.

Around March, I started setting a goal to write 1,000 words a day. I doubled my story in three weeks. Oh, did I mention that I've actually written about 60,000 words, but 20,000 of them were an alternate version of my story? No? Well, now you know.

(There have been lots of edits, too. I have a whole file called "Cut and pasted stuff" that I dump parts of the story I can't bear to lose forever. My 40,000 word count today reflects the words after my latest round of edits and a general direction for where the plot is heading.)

Now here's the clincher folks: it's not funny. This is a serious story, with funny parts to it, but mostly a serious plot. Oh, I have some memoirs floating around in my head that will make you pee with laughter; someday, I hope to turn this blog into something for Barnes and Noble. But this story took on a life of its own. Remember, it wasn't supposed to be anything but my own entertainment.

I didn't think much about my absence, both here and in real life, until a friend of mine bumped into me at the school and asked, "Are you mad at me?"

Of course, the answer is no, but my hermitization is impacting my social life. Funny, though, I haven't much missed it. My story is my social life. It's what I want to do when I wake up, it's what I want to do when I go to sleep. I literally dream about my main character. I'm totally self-involved right now, and it's a little scary.

Writing my blog has been therapy for me, and a great jumping-off point. It's this blog that's reminded me how much I like to write. Don't worry, I'm not killing off The Snarky Mom in anyway.

A long time ago, I met Disgruntled Husband and fell in love. We got married, we had Larry Potter 11 months and 22 days later. We had real life shit to work out, and what took the backseat was writing. And, unbeknownst to me, my happiness sat next to it in the backseat.

What has fallen into place? I have a sales job from home that I started a month ago (Are you in ND, SD, WY, MT, ID, RI, or MA? Do you have a kids clothing store, baby supply store, or OB office? Drop me a line!), I drew a line in the sand against things that brought me down, I'm also down close to 25 pounds since March. (Weigh-in is tomorrow...cross your fingers that I hit that magical 25!) Things are better with me and DH, my house is cleaner, money is...well, money is never going to be great, but we're able to navigate okay, and my children have magically become compliant and respectful little cherubs.

Well, almost everything has fallen into place.
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Soon-to-be-FAQs

Am I going to make this available for people to read it? Not until it's finished, or even possibly published. There are maybe two people in this entire world that I will let see it before it's polished and shined...and DH isn't even one of them.(And he's asked. Repeatedly.)

What is it about? Well, like I've said, it's about 40,000 words. (Rim shot! Hey-ooo, I'll be here all week!) Okay, okay. It's about growing up after you've grown up, and thinking back to your dumb youth and all the choices you made then that impact your life for years to come.

Is it about my life? No. I mean there are some similarities, because you're supposed to write what you know. There's a red-headed lady with three kids who lives in Wisconsin, but isn't that to be expected? If my main character were a balding middle-aged Chinese man living in New Mexico, I'd probably lose credibility.

Are these bolded questions really necessary, you narcissistic little bitch? Nope. I just know these are the three most asked questions of the people I've told about this.


4 comments:

  1. This is so great!! Please keep working on the novel and don't worry about Snarky Mom -- we all have RSS feeds, so even with no effort on our parts, we'll be waiting for you when you come back.

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  2. I am so happy for you! This is awesome. Even if it sits in a box and goes nowhere, this is what you need to be doing. Of course, it would be even better if you got the thing published and became world famous, but point is, you're doing what you love and it shows!

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  3. So glad you are doing something that makes you happy! The book sounds fantastic and I can't wait until it is published so I can read it!

    Side note - If I start writing a novel do you think my children will "magically become compliant and respectful little cherubs?"

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