NaNoWriMo and Me

Franz Kafka stayed here between 1916 and 1917. 

Despite identifying myself as a writer since….basically I could put pen to paper, I first heard (or is it paid attention to?) nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) about a month ago. The idea is basically to take the whole month of November and just write, the goal being a 50,000 minimum word novel. There are many polarizing opinions out there on if nanowrimo actually does any good, because if you’re rushing to write a minimum 50,000 word novel in just one month, what kind of cohesive story actually comes from that? Then again, the nanowrimo organization does suggest this is just the first draft, and the intent is to not make it perfect, but to finish it, something many, many aspiring writers fail to do (myself included). For the first time in my life I’m going to start writing with the intent of ending the project, not just writing a paragraph here or there when I feel like it or I’m bored and want to get out of my world for a bit.

ramblings from days gone by...

The sun is setting already.  Too soon, say I. It seems just a few minutes ago when I opened my eyes to this day, to these few hours I pretend to be alive.  All too soon, and yet sometimes I feel it is not soon enough, will I be able to close my eyes once more, and be gone unto the oblivion which I seek. 

Burned Out - Burned Up

Burned out...that's a good term for it.  Maybe I flew so high on all of those emotions those years ago and then like Icarus, I burned up that which was holding me up.