Tuesday marks another moment to the end of my wait. I have been studying my typing habits since the NaMoWriMo contest became a personal goal at the beginning of this month. I had to do this because the latest posts on my blog produced a pain not known to this body prior to accepting the challenge to NaNo WriMo. It seems that when I sit in the wrong psotion to type I produce pains simialr to carpal tunnel syndrome. It might also stem from all of the jack hammering, building construction and general demolition work that I have been involved in for practically my entire life. No, it most likely is the typing!! Yeah that is it!! But I will perservere. I will work through the pain so to speak.
I recieved an email from my brother this date. He complained about the typing being a chore. It is a chore. Some of us are up to the task. Already from this post for my blog I can see the benefits of sitting erect when I type. My arms are definitely feeling better than they did a few minutes ago. (Note to self…may be I should study the proper posture when being creative. Hmmm I always thought my best thoughts came when I was in a reclinging position. Might have to revise that…eh?)
IT is fun going over an outline of my novel. I should make notes because I have definitely come up with some great ideas as I was dreaming…I mean… thinking about what it is that will be put down on paper? In the dreams it seems that the words magically appear. Good things reality is not supposed to be in dreams. It would be nice for the words to appear as I think them because I definitely cannot type as fast as the words come to my head. (IF this is a little incongruent in structure get used to it…this is how I plan to write the novel…what ever comes into my head I am going to type pulp. IT is going to be a story and I am going to tell it as fast as I can type it without pain or complaint…Ok, I know the complaining will not stop. It is embeded into my phyche.)
All of the people in my novel will be ficticious and a pigment(i know it should be figment…work with me on this one) of my colorful imagination. (was that illeteration?) Don’t tell me. I would not want to be deflated. I hope to impart drama, courage, human inter-action of family and friends with the whole western United states as the backdrop. It is going to be fun to write what I should have done in my life instead of what was done.
My novel will give me a chance to live the life to which I have never become accustomed. The hero will be full of angst. Wishing against everything that his foibles did not enter into the loved ones that he effected. The major character will be coming to the autumn of his life. HE is ready, willing , and able to meet this new season head on with a lot of nostalgia. I believe it will be fun to write a life that has an answer in stead of living a life that I have to find the answer. I think it will be easier to write a novel with an answer to his lfe already in my head?. My real life is much more complicated and is as yet, left with many unanswered questions. What is new?
Well the arms are still felling pretty good. Must work harder at my posture. Apparently it make a difference for my arms are not sore. Now I have to work on the big words like illiteration, metaphor, and any other words that real writers might use when describing how they go about their work. I, on the other hand, will have to rely on imagination rather than substance. Honestly, who would want to read a book about an old fat fart dirt head that never had a steady job? Well duh? ME!
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