Been reading so much that I haven't had time to update blog. Have had bad asthma attacks this summer due to high temperatures (some days over 100) so I've definitely had time to read. Maybe too much.
Is it possible to become addicted to silence? I think I might be. I've stopped listening to music while I read. I become completely absorbed in what I'm reading and can ignore most outside sounds. But I still pay attention to the dog (foster dog is gone, with new one on the way) and the cats.
And I'm finding it easier to write. I think I've managed to find, despite reading suspense novel after suspense novel, some inner peace that allows me to let go and enjoy creating. Now let me be clear about something. This work is mainly crap, a sort of exploration of writing what comes to my head. I'm trying the "write-a-50,000 word-novel-in-a-month" method (actually, I'm stretching the time period to 33 days, which means 1500 words a day), so there isn't much time to plan.
The book about National Novel Writing Month (an international phenomenon that takes placed every November) is called No Plot, No Problem. http://www.nanowrimo.org/
I definitely have no plot; hopefully, this won't stop me dead in my tracks. I'll post my words count soon.
Book the day is No Plot? No Problem! : A Low-Stress, High Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days by Chris Baty. Exceptionally helpful for my project.
