Once Upon a Time…

It begins again. November 1st I’m going to try it again. What am I going to write? Got me. I have two options and I’m lukewarm about both.

Option one is write a follow up to this book —–>

No one read that one so why would anyone want to read a follow up?

Option two is a young adult book about Wesley, assistant manager of the Mars Colony McDonalds and reluctant space pirate. This idea has some fans so maybe I can trick people into reading the finished product.

The biggest problem I have is that I’m lukewarm. Last year I was so excited to get started I was writing character bios, researching locations, and going on roadtrips for first hand knowledge. This year…meh. I can’t go to Mars or Wales. I don’t have a plot. I know it’s NaNo so plot is not a requirement, but if I’m going to get people to read my opus, I feel like I owe them one.

Maybe that’s my problem. Last year I was determined never to show a soul the fruits of my labors. Hmmm… something to ponder.

I’ve been around this internet a time or two, checking the lay of the land, counting the number of Starbucks per block, and I’ve been increasingly curious where I fit. I see the successful and published out there blogging about current events and giving out prizes. They talk about book promotion tours and signings.

I get my current event news from The Daily Show and E! I’ve thought about prizes, but what? I’m not giving up my Magic 8 Yoda. Wisdom about when to go to lunch, he has for me. The only tour I have planned involves a grocery cart and I just finished signing autographs on checks to pay my electric and phone bills.

What’s an author to blog about before they have the three book deal?

Progress? The only writing I did in July was on Twitter. I made up for it yesterday with 7354 words on a story that I’m writing just for me. I need to write that many on the story I want to submit to a publisher.

My life? I go to work. I go to Walmart. I go home. I yell at my kids to clean up their dishes and put away their laundry. I live in 1962. It’s about ten miles outside of Funkytown (which isn’t nearly as fun and funky as it sounds).

Work? Nobody likes a whiner.

I’m back to writing about writing (or the lack thereof). A wise woman recently said “writing about writing isn’t writing” thus dashing my plan to use this blog post as fodder for upping my August word count. The other fly in the ointment is that writers who blog about writing have some verifiable proof that they know what the hell they’re talking about. Ask me about allowable expenses to report on your 1040, I’m all over it. Writing - all I know is what I’ve read. I could tell you what I read I suppose, but that’s not me.

I’ve come full circle then. This will be like Seinfield - a blog about nothing. I’m going to write whatever comes to mind and hopefully you’ll find it Sponge worthy.

Until then - NO SOUP FOR YOU!