Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the happenings of a writer’s own life. —Eudora Welty
There are less than six days left until November 1. How, you ask, am I getting ready for this annual writing frenzy ritual? Oh, you didn’t ask? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Several days ago I got the bright idea that I could cut into the cost of replacing my nasty old carpet with laminate flooring by ripping up the carpet and padding myself. How hard can that be?
Pretty &#$* hard. This stuff has been on my floors since we moved in in 1987. And…ta-da…the padding is stuck to the concrete. Nasty!
There’s a story here for sure as I rip and scrape and sweep and haul. My mind spins on elusive ideas for my Nano novel as my body slaves over the “foundations” of this house.
Here’s the plan. I’ll work on clearing the floor for an hour or so at a time, then rest and free write, allowing the characters and their stories to become more “concrete.”
Maybe by the end of November I’ll have a novel and a new floor!