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Living Dreams and Where Do I Go Next?

Last month I put all my writing energy into Camp NaNoWriMo, which is a mini-version of the November event and more flexible.  I’ve wanted to do NaNoWriMo for over a decade, but 50,000 words in one month, and fiction no less, has always daunted me so I only kept it in the back of my mind all these years.

However, this year I found out about Camp, and you set your own limit to be a winner (can start as low as 10,000 words) and it wasn’t necessary to write fiction.  Busy or not, it’s time to write.  April’s camp I attempted fiction, which I hadn’t tried for almost 20 years, and got as far as 2100 words. Not bad, I suppose, but not great either.

So, I decided I needed to be a winner during July’s Camp, especially since I could purchase Scrivener for 50% off and stop using the trial version.

I ditched the fiction since it’s still a struggle, and started two different topics that I quickly hit roadblocks on.  One was rhubarb of all things, which I was temporarily obsessed with a month ago since I had it coming out of my ears and was looking up recipe after recipe.

I quickly tired of rhubarb, and found there is competition in the rhubarb e-book world anyway, but I needed something I could write 10K words in a month.  Once again, writing about my life came up.

My boring life?  Really?

I’ve tossed this idea about for a number of years.  I’m a former Mormon lesbian/bisexual living with (and caregiver for) a disabled but bullying partner.  And we live with way too many cats in our house.  Maybe I can get an interesting spin on that.

I deal a lot with feelings and frustrations, and determined that what I need to work on most is storytelling, especially since I’m doing the official NaNoWriMo this year.  If I can’t be a storyteller, then I can’t write fiction, right?

Right.

Only, I let myself ramble and rant since I both needed the word count and had immediate thoughts to get out, but I still kept that in check.  I kind of did an outline as I went and shared memories here and there.  When I revise, I’ll add more stories as I remember tCamp-Winner-2015-Square-Buttonhem as well.

So, July is over and I made my 10K words on July 31 with several hours to spare.

A winner!

It also reinforced the fact that I want a different life.  And every time I convince myself to stay, words are said or things are done where I hear that voice in my head scream “PACK UP AND LEAVE.  NOW!”

I don’t want to be with my partner.  I want to be able to share my hopes and dreams without getting a lecture.  I want to express my opinions without setting my partner on a rant before I get a full sentence out.  I want some solitude without my partner going to pieces because she can’t spent a minute without me.  I want a partner that can do things without needing me , especially things I hate doing/and or totally suck at when she can call a friend that’s an expert in the task.  I want a partner that doesn’t go into either hysterics or an uncontrollable fit of rage when something bad happens (which is a common occurrence).  Most of all, I want to be able to share good things and accomplishments, and to have my partner actually be happy for me and share in the joy.  I know my partner struggles with self worth, but I’ve been her enabler year after year after year while she’s cut me down at every turn.  I have tried as hard as I could to help her in the past, but I can’t help her.  It has to come from her.

I don’t want to be in the animal rescue “business”.  I actually never wanted it–I’m really not that selfless and don’t like a lot of animals in my house.  My animal saving started out in a totally different path, but my partner likes to collect animals.  She wants to bring home every stray and abused animal and then demand I take care of them (supposedly she took care of animals she took in before I was in the picture).  I even started a blog about starting and running an animal rescue since I’m very experience at it now, but after writing the first 2 intense posts, I lost interest.  I may know a lot about the functions of an animal rescue, but I am way too burned out.  I’m still passionate about animals, but not the rescue work.  I’ll be sharing my dreams for that at a later point.

I also want to chuck 99% of the stuff in our house in the trash.  My partner loves objects, I don’t.  I don’t need a lot of physical things.  She does.  And she’s disappointed in the way I don’t spend enough time taking care of all the objects we own.  Once an object is purchased, it’s my responsibility.

I actually dreamed last night that I was no longer with my partner, which meant I was automatically out of our rescue.  It felt good.

However, I was already with someone, right after the breakup.  It was a man, which wasn’t the surprising part.

I don’t imagine myself with anyone right after the breakup.  I want to be alone.

But that wasn’t the dream.  I even woke up briefly and fell asleep with the same dream continuing on.

It was weird.

I don’t like confrontation, though, and I hate leaving a mess, so for now I’m still in avoidance mode and convincing myself to stay.

Wine after work helps.

So, onward to National November Writing Month, so maybe I can get at least one dream accomplished.

Weekend Edition – Time to Write Plus Good Reads and Writing Tips

This ties in to my post today–find time to write! Some great reading recommendations are included.

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On Making Time to Write in a Real Life

paris clockI’d been having trouble with my computer. The machine, a beautiful MacBook Pro, is only a few years old; but something seemed to have snapped in its shiny, silver brain. No matter what task I set it – opening a program, popping a new tab on my browser, saving a document, loading a web page, etc. – it froze. Whether its paralysis was born of fear or confusion or obstinance, I’ll never know. All I know is that each move I made resulted in the same outcome: the spinning, rainbow pinwheel of death.

At first, I was frustrated. Then, I became furious. I had so much to do and no time to waste. Precious minutes were sucked down that candy-colored vortex as I sat, blood pressure rising, tapping finger tips trying to pierce my wooden desktop.

Until I realized that those…

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