Oh Boy, did I make my life complicated. So Camp NanoWrimo kicked off and I thought it would be a good idea to do a “trash” book. AKA a book that will never see the light of day, one that is purely for me, no real focus on a specific page or word count but just to help start building the writing muscle.
It would also be a good a way to start researching what tools would be good to use to for writing. What do I like, what do I not like. Start to see if how do I like to gather inspiration, where and how do I handle getting “blocked”, etc. I used to write a lot but it is has been a while and I know those are issues I have had in the past and I doubt those same approaches I used when I was younger and would write short stories or poetry would work when I am looking at book form.
Well, that’s great and all but boy oh boy did I run into snags. I thought I chose an easy genre. And yes, it is an easy genre for me to write but it was not an easy genre for me to live with. It caused…complications, especially for my sleep.
Then I started to do my research rabbit hole thing and I really got into it.
Now I have finally landed on a tool and I am transferring into Scrivener, which seems to be working well. I also got a keypad and stand for the iPad so I can use the laptop around the house and the iPad on the go since Scrivener syncs.
What’s nice is that I have already started to set up for other book ideas as well so I can start to put notes in which will make my Instapaper insanity currently happening get under control. So there is that. So yay!
I decided to take a couple of days off from the book because I also realized a few things due to writing the book about my personal life. That is one beautiful thing about writing. I am not great at journaling, this might be the closest I have ever really gotten to being able to doing anything like it in any real manner. But writing, whether fiction or non-fiction does have a way of making me examine my life, my priorities and my relationships and making me take a step outside myself.
I realized I didn’t like who I was when I was spending time with someone. They kept triggering reactions from me and I was behaving in ways that aren’t normally like me. And it had gotten to the point that just the thought of them was triggering the anxiety. And through the the writing I started to examine conversations we have had been having.
I have a blind spot for subtext and body language. It’s why I like tv and movies, I have learned a lot from it. I am amazing at reading vibes though. So I know when the words don’t match the emotions and often I know what people actually want even when they don’t or they can’t express it. I also remember conversations incredibly well. Through writing I was truly able to process why I was reacting the way I was. Once I found the root cause, I knew what I had to do.
I am so freaking happy this is on the list. Whether I ever truly finish a book or not, I need to keep writing. Allowing my creativity to process in way is so helpful. Everyone and there mother has always pushed journaling. Ugh. This though, ah, this is the way.