NaNo #7 Dream

Against all the odds, I’ve just won my seventh NaNoWriMo. It feels so fucking good! What a slog this one was. There was zero prep: no plot, one guy with character notes, the voice of a female narrator, but nothing else. What it meant was two weeks of  non-stop exploration: hearing voices in a darkened room, finding out who they belonged to and what they wanted, and trying to turn the lights on bit by bit to discover the world they inhabited. All fueled by a 40 song playlist I built on YouTube including Amy Winehouse, David Bowie, Danzig, Neil Young, Don Omar, Railroad Earth. Macklemore and Lady Gaga, among others. (Yeah, it was that kind of story.)

After this time together, I truly-deeply love Romie, Donnie and all their friends: Mom, Bert, Lucy, Preston Gowan, Lothar Tucker, Leon, Spider, DeShay Carter, Toni, Ronette, Audrey and Dad, Rosa Rivera and all the boys at the Juliet.

I’m going to take a few days to resume normal living with a side helping of gloating. Thanks to those who cheered me on.

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NaNo (again): or the risks of competition

nanowrimo_2016_webbadge_participant-150In the end, I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t done National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo, or NaNo for short) since 2011, and with the memory of how difficult that one was (for no obvious reason) and how emotionally exhausting my work life was after that point, it was easy enough to just stay well enough out of it. And I don’t write as much as I used to. But every November I miss the excitement of it in a nostalgic way. This year one of my writer friends decided to do it, and it really made me think….

I did have notes for a character I wanted to use someday, but I never envisioned him as a protagonist, which meant I needed at least one other person. And there is no plot. So, stealthily, I began writing on November 1st, not much, but I began. I didn’t sign up though; my creative energy was very low, few ideas formed, and nothing was flowing, no spark. How could I a commitment I’d only fail at? I know myself well enough to see that a failure this year might keep me away forever. So I waited.

The days rolled by and I got a few words here and there, but I had no big ideas, no plot, characters just mindlessly going through motions….until yesterday. Yesterday, I started to make connections, understand something about my characters’ secrets and strong images began to form. So I signed up. Thousands and thousands of words behind, but I signed up. The working title is Beautiful Dreamer and seems to be about a naive girl with a ridiculous vision of her future and the troubled man she thinks can make it happen for her. Now I’ve got to make the story happen. I have the time, if not the energy, but I’m going for it. Wish me luck.

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 47

Chapter 47

So this is Christmas

“The most certain chances of liberation are born in what is most familiar.” –Raoul Vaneigem

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Be it ever so humble

“Because no one can enjoy the experience he desires until he’s ready for it.”—Henry Miller

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 45

Chapter 45

What Remains

“It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His fate was entering the unknown.” – Victor Hugo

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 44

Chapter 44

The chameleon mirror

“I know now that any influence I may have upon the world will be the result of the example I set and not because of my words.” –Henry Miller

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 43

Chapter 43

A Single Step

“Accidents will happen.”—George Colman

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 42

Chapter 42

The secret is out

 Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.—Pablo Picasso

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Bonis malisque, hi dies

A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery.—Mao Zedong

 

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Ike Duckworth–Chapter 40

Chapter 40

The Return of the King

“The reconstruction of life, the rebuilding of the world: one and the same desire.”-Raoul Vaneigem

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