Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. George Bernard Shaw.
The Nano novel has been more challenging for me this year. I’m meeting resistance; something’s in my way.
Last night’s writing group is exactly what I needed. After catching up on each other’s week, we moved into a discussion of the “Nano experience.” We are all signed up, but we are all behind, numbers wise. I realize when giving a brief summary of my story thus far that I’m in big trouble. Melissa and June talk of murders and sex and attention grabbing plots. I’m a teacher in search of myself. Sigh. What does that mean? Story of my life.
Melissa suggests we do a ten minute free write using the topic “what’s on our character’s bedside table.” Hmm, hadn’t thought much about it. Get set. Write.
Yes! My pen begins scribbling, as I pin this dude down. Every night he sits on his bed watching the news and eating a bowl of cold cereal. The alarm clock on the table next to him is from college, forty years ago. There’s also the $13 phone from Walmart that is forever tipping off its flimsy stand. Under his bed is a stack of ungraded papers and an overdue library book he hasn’t finished, but has already been renewed the maximum two times.
I know this guy. He’s been floating around in my head for a long time now. It’s time to make him real.
Thanks, writing buddies, for the grounding.