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Circles in NaNoWriMo Town.
21Nov13
I tend to write in fits and starts, with a lot of procrastination and anxiety in between. So I'm sitting at a little over a few thousand words for NaNoWriMo as of tonight.
If you know me, you know I'm a storyteller and that I've dealt with the bungee cord of life that comes with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. For the most part, the stories have never really gone away, the ability and will to put them on paper (or in this case my computer) waivers, comes and goes, and spends a lot of time hiding in bed doing nothing.
The story I'm writing is one of the first ones I looked at as a novel. Over the years, people have asked me to work on it as a comic book, a stage play, and a move. It's only the story that persists in my head, an interwoven part of my psyche.
Somewhere in my head, the story is there and done, waiting to be found and written down so one friend I've recently gotten to know can read it and make the effort at editing it.
Another friend, who's heard me tell bits and pieces, sees this as my Pulitzer in waiting, some amalgamation of cut-up writing, fairytale, and gonzo journalism fueled by bouts of insomnia, mania, depression, Oolong tea, instant coffee, apples (actually pears), and McDonalds french fries.
For those who know the story, no I haven't gotten to reading Naked Lunch, or the Metamorphoses, but I have read Archy and Mehitable, as well at Outland.
It's hard to really say where exactly since I've banished my compy from the writing process. If you've read some of my other posts related to my writing and NaNoWriMo, you may know why. My writing runs along stream of consciousness, cut-up literary techniques, and even gonzo style journalism at times. My computer can't handle the kibble running out of my mind. So it's back to my dipping pen and loose sheets of blank paper. I do my initial editing with a red pencil and I'm going to apologize to whichever friend ends up editing all of this.
I've actually been in a holding pattern on what would be called the end of chapter three. I would add that this is where I've been, more or less, since 1999. The positive is taking out my inkwell and pen is working better for me. The negative is since I'm stuck, most of my writing has been transcribing the first several thousand words of the story.
I may be able to justify adding more words though, as the nature of the novel takes on the character of my older writing styles from the earlier parts of the 90s. As such I have three separate dialogs going on in one novel that someone can best be describe as a story within a story within a story as told by maybe the person writing one of those stories. Hopefully me.
