Scrivner

…of course, this is not including actual blast off on New Year’s Eve.

I suppose I got this idea of the delay in blasting from NASA when we visited this November.  We didn’t get to see a rocket blast off, but we did get to see lots of footage, actual capsules, IMAX films, buildings from the 60′s, etc.  No one seems too interested in space anymore, i.e. the younger generation.  The kids were bored spitless.  Although, they did perk up a little around lunchtime when we went to the space cafe.

I’m procrastinating.

I’ve thought everything and nothing more on writing a book since I’ve just woken up.

Here is a thought I’ve had in the past about writing in general:  I need to be very careful of what I’m reading at the time I’m writing.  I don’t know if it’s a mimic issue or what, but I tend to pick up the narrator’s voice in context of what I’m reading at the moment.  Currently, I’m reading Under the Dome by Stephen King which I received for Christmas.  Since it has over 1000 pages and I nearly knock myself unconscious whenever I try to read it (the thing is HEAVY!), I may be reading it well into February.  I think that’s okay.  His voice and mine are copacetic.  As long as I don’t inadvertently insert science fiction elements into my story.  I don’t think a pacemaker exploding out of someone’s chest would fit (or would it??).

Other thoughts for today – sometimes it’s best to have no thoughts about the project and go and have fun.  That’s what I’m planning on today!

My thought of the day anticipating the book today is one I often get and that is, ‘this story has already been told by someone else…and probably done better’.  Since there is only 5 stories out there in the world, I try to convince myself that every story has indeed been told before.  It’s just up to me to tell it differently.

I’m having problems coming up with names of characters.  I may want to name to main character Suz.  Is that too old-fashioned?

So here’s some preliminary thoughts about beginning a novel at the top of the year: it scares me to death.  Something akin to standing on a ledge and watching your legs move forward of their on volition.  Almost hypnotizing, mesmerizing, stupefying.

Another thought, this from the so-called logical side of the brain.  If I can write 200 words per day, taking Mondays off to edit, I’ll end up with a lot of words.  Well-written words?  Maybe not.  But words!  You can’t have a book without words!

At least that is what I’m trying to convince myself of today.