Plodding On

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As I’m sure I’ve said a few times before, I have been writing a poem every day over on Medium, trying to break into that platform’s incredible cadre of poets, adding things to publications when I can, thinking about starting one myself – but for some reason I don’t feel like that is the place to come and ramble so much as I feel this is, the home on WordPress, the place that I’ve been coming to for years and opening up a blank box to spill words on pages and hope, hope, hope someone will read them.

Maybe I should have been better at doing this from the beginning – documenting my writing process, being open and honest about how hard it is sometimes, how more often than not the words don’t come easy.

They are choked out, vomited up from my fingers into paragraphs that may or may not be worth keeping. It’s always hard for me to tell.

But this month, while everyone else is focusing on their Poem a Day for April or the A-Z post challenge that I’ve tried and failed at finishing too many times to count, I’ve been writing the first draft of a new book.

It’s Camp NaNoWriMo time again, and this time I dove into it with some friends, and every Sunday now I come to this beautiful bookstore and write with them for most hours of the afternoon and evening.

I’m really plowing through it this time.

Since the end of week one, I have been on target or above my target every day, and I am not planning on letting up any time soon.

That’s because I plan to keep writing, no matter what, until it’s finished.

I’m tired of leaving half-finished manuscripts dead on my hard drive.

I’m tired of telling myself that none of them are good enough to go for a second draft.

I am determined now, no matter what, to figure out how to make this novel work.

I’m not sure how I’m going to accomplish this.

I don’t have an outline – on purpose, of course – but I also don’t even have a general idea of where I want the story to end up. It’s an open-ended story of a small town with a nasty problem of some alien abductions going on.

There’s a lot to work with – maybe too much.

So, I’ll come here to ramble, because even though I’ve finished my words for the day, my fingers still feel the need to keep on typing, as they have done lately, which I love more than I can possibly say.

What are you working on right now? How’s it going for you?

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Another Month of NaNo Mos

It’s the first of November, so here I am back on WordPress again to take part in the NaBloPoMo challenge that I’ve done every year on one of my blogs since forever.

I’m also doing NaNoWriMo, AND I am currently in the middle of two web design jobs that are cramping my month of November writing style, but I can’t really complain (much) because they’re paying the bills, finally.

Oh, it’s wonderful to be able to pay my bills, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do that with any regularity.

So I’m all over the place this month, I’m all over the place in general, and I am definitely all over the place on this world wide web of ours.

I’ve been trying to write more on Medium lately because it seems like a great new place for writers to build a following, or platform as they call it. Plus, it comes with the added benefit of potentially being able to make a little money.

It sounds silly, because it is, but I actually got a notification today that I will be getting my first payout from Medium this week – a payout based on two “claps” on one of my poems. What did I get in total? $0.04.

Yup. Four cents.

But who the hell cares, because hey, I’m making money writing!

And, because the world is strange and it needs to keep reminding me of that fact, I made my first Etsy sale today – a sale that I consider completely passive because I hardly remember making the art prints I randomly put up there for sale one day.

I made $3.00!

So yeah, I am making smaaaaall amounts of money, but who cares about the numbers right from the start?

I am finally, inch by inch, slowly but surely, figuring out ways to make money doing the stuff I love doing, or at least tolerate well enough, for myself.

For myself!

That’s totally priceless.