Fiction, Writespo

Fuck it, I’m Participating in NaNoWriMo!

I had a nice little blogging streak going, and then I fell off the wagon. There are a ton of things I could blame: work, family, travel, friends in town, blah, blah, blah, blah. But the truth is, I just don’t care about what I’m writing, so it’s all disposable. Offline, I’ve been working on short stories, and those aren’t working out either. It all feels so dissatisfying, and who wants to set time aside for writing when it’s not enjoyable?

Enter National Novel Writing Month, an opportunity to join a community of people blasting through what’ll become the first draft of their novels. I’ve heard about it before, friends have recommended it, and I’d always thought about doing it, but there was always some reason not to. The idea is simple; write a 50,000-word novel. Making it a quantitative vs. qualitative goal makes the process more accessible and attainable for me, a first-time novel-writer. I mean, I’m pretty sure I get through way more than 50K words in just a week’s worth of work emails. This will be a cinch.

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Recommendations, Writespo

How Audible Channels Are Helping My Writing

Podcasts are many things to many people. For some, the podcast has become a source of motivation and inspiration, for others, a never-ending barrage of bullshit and self-help nonsense. Personally, I used to sit closer to the hate side of the spectrum until I learned to appreciate them. Granted, not all podcasts are created equal, and I still have an aversion to the stereotypical TED Talk, but I’ve discovered what works for me. Now I have a regular lineup of podcasts and audiobooks that I’ve incorporated into my daily routine, and I, annoyingly, can’t stop recommending them to the people around me. So, tag, you’re it!

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Bookworm, Writespo

Ray Bradbury On Finding His Voice

“It was as if a light came on in a green room.

The ocean burned. A white phosphorescence stirred like a breath of steam through the autumn morning sea, rising. Bubbles rose from the throat of some hidden sea ravine.

Like lightning in the reversed green sky of the sea it was aware. It was old and beautiful. Out of the deeps it came, indolently. A shell, a wisp, a bubble, a weed, a glitter, a whisper, a gill. Suspended in its depths were brainlike trees of frosted coral, eyelike pips of yellow kelp, hairlike fluids of weed. Growing with the tides, growing with ages, collecting and hoarding and saving unto itself identities and ancient dusts, octopus-inks and all trivia of the sea.

Until now—it was aware.

It was a shining green intelligence, breathing in the autumn sea. Eyeless but seeing, earless but hearing, bodyless but feeling. It was of the sea. And being of the sea it was—feminine.”

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Bookworm, Writespo

The Best of Octavia Butler’s “Positive Obsession” Essay

I just finished reading Octavia Butler’s Bloodchild: And Other Storiesand I was struck by the simplicity of her characters and the complexity of their worlds. Especially in Bloodchild, where she depicts a very nuanced relationship in a new world order. If you have the opportunity to get the Audible version, I highly recommend it; The narration by Janina Edwards is excellent.

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