I forgot an idea I had. I want to say it was a good one. Too bad I’ll never know now.
I guess I have a habit of remembering bad ideas and forgetting good ones. Although, by that logic, maybe those good ideas aren’t so good after all.
I know, I know. I should have written down my brilliant idea. But by the time I got around to doing so, I forget all about it. And now I’m annoyed I can’t remember what I wanted to write about.
A part of me wishes someone could follow me around, recording all my ideas down.
On second thought, forget I ever said that. I do not want anyone following me around. I don’t care how much I love you. Ideally I’d spend about 22 hours in a day alone. 2 hours of interaction with other human beings is enough, don’t you think?
I really hate forgetting ideas. Why can’t my brain just remember them…
I don’t outline 300 page novels. So what makes you think I’m going to outline 3 page essays?
Teachers and their unbelievable expectations, eh?
I don’t outline unless I have to. So when I am outlining, it’s safe to say I’d rather be doing a million other things. Like writing.
Most of the time, I brainstorm or generate ideas without writing anything down. On the rare occasion I have to outline, I tend to dump everything in my brain onto the page. And try to make it presentable for my professor.
I guess I’m too impatient to make an outline before I start writing.
In my world, outlining isn’t writing. Similarly, editing isn’t writing.
I have nothing against outlining. I just don’t love it as much as I love writing.
Sometimes I have an idea but feel like I can’t do justice to it. So I’ll come up with something in my head, yet that thing never translates onto the page the way I initially envisioned it.
When it comes to creativity and originality, I realize I don’t say things that haven’t been said or thought of before.
Also, no matter how long I work on a project, I can’t shake the feeling that it can be better. Worse, I can’t help but occasionally wish my blog post were perfect. At least I’m beginning to see nothing I write will ever be the most creative, the most original, etc.
That won’t stop me for putting out less than perfect posts. In other words, you’re going to have to accept my awesomeness.
I want to write every day this month. More specifically, I want to write prose. I might occasionally dabble in some poetry if I feel the need to spice up my writing life. Ideally, in November, I’ll write an entire story about the same characters in the same world. Because the writing gods know just how long it’s been since I’ve started writing a novel and went on to finish one.
Also, I wish someone could transcribe everything I thought in my head. It would make things so much easier. On second thought, maybe not.
Although I love handwriting, I haven’t been the biggest fan of typing. I blame my computer for being slow to start up. Same goes for Microsoft Word. Go figure.
So this NaNo I’m just focusing on one story. Or trying to, at least.
Ideas in my head are great. Having them written down on paper is even better.
That’s the goal. My goal. I’ll worry about everything else later, possibly in December.
You can’t just write the same story all your life, can you? Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Okay, maybe you can.
What did writers do before pens were invented? Don’t ask me. I wouldn’t know. I’m the user of many pens and the owner of even more.
I have very few living, breathing human beings as friends. But you can never have too many fictional friends.
Small books, big books. All kinds of books.
Because as much fun as it is to read stories, it’s fun to create them as well.
Like you don’t have anything to say?
Like your ideas aren’t good enough?
Like you’re doing okay but something just doesn’t feel right?
You do have things to say. Your ideas are better than good. And if something doesn’t feel right, write your way out of it.