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Remember in Emily Climbs when Aunt Elizabeth makes a deal with Emily that she will allow her to go to school in Shrewsbury if Emily gives up writing fiction until she has graduated there from? And how the untold stories festered in Emily for years? And then when Aunt Elizabeth lifted the ban on fiction, she was bubbling full of stories like a brook and giddy with her new freedom?

Now that NaNo is finished, I find that I rather feel this way myself.

I think the best thing about NaNo, besides giving me the first fourth or so of a manuscript I cannot just yet bear to look at (really. it's bad. ohhh, it's bad.), was that it showed me that I can force words out of myself, and sometimes when the words are forced out important ideas that I have been trying to find crop up amongst them, and suddenly I am over that lump of indecision or un-knowing and can go where I want. So I will attempt, in the next month, to apply this principal to various and sundry unfinished projects, some of which have been sitting dusty and forlorn waiting to be taken off the shelf for more than a year.

End of NaNo party this afternoon with Victoria and Jonathan, a good twenty minutes or so of which was occupied by watching a candle burn. No, really, it was fascinating! Due to some wax-covered paper towel, there were seizure-inducing flare effects, and then all of the wax from the candle turned into some kind of bizarre condensation and floated down the bottom of the bottle and the whole effect looked very much like something Snape might have in his classroom.

And The Mix is being Worked On. I promise. It is half done, anyway.

Also I am tired and dourly depressed and there isn't a half good reason for it. The most arbitrary things keep sending my stomach hurtling down some pit. Bah. And today was my only day off this week. I was so utterly exhausted and cross last night, getting out of a nearly pointless workday, and having so much more work to do when I got home, that I got all messed up in the car and got to sniffling. But I couldn't go and medicate myself with soothing music and a book and cookies: I had to go home and write. And I think I would be more excited about having won NaNo, my first year, even, if I had something to show for it besides a quarter-written shambles of a manuscript and still half the plot points missing. And maybe I'm just all kinds of pessimistic and broody lately. Sigh.

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[cherise.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, though, I feel like if I start writing the themes I think about and would put into stories ... that I would use them all up and be left with nothing. Someone asked me the other day why I don't write more often, and that's why. I think.

It's so good, though, that you're exercising that ... muscle? so that your words are more than letters put together. :) I'm so excited for the mix! Keep working on it. :D

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

Remember in Emily Climbs when Aunt Elizabeth makes a deal with Emily that she will allow her to go to school in Shrewsbury if Emily gives up writing fiction until she has graduated there from? And how the untold stories festered in Emily for years? And then when Aunt Elizabeth lifted the ban on fiction, she was bubbling full of stories like a brook and giddy with her new freedom?

Banui, I kind of really love you a LOT. :)

And, um, I kind of say this tentatively, because I don't know how much computer time I will be able to have in the coming weeks, but I remember you posting a call for readers of the epic Story. I might not be able to offer much in the way of help, but I will try my best, and I would love to be able to read it anyway, just because it's written by you? ♥