35,928/50,000 words at the start of Day 16. Like, how?!
In previous years I would’ve been lucky to be 19,000+ words into writing by this stage. Maybe practice makes perfect. The more terrible novels I write, the slightly less terrible they become each time. But I’ve been drifting a bit and getting bored and yesterday spent too much time on MBTI introvert memes on Instagram. And I realised that a lot of the time, Introvert memes aimed at ISTPs tick me off. They often have this controlling tone about them, like one I read and reshared yesterday said, “ISTP: you will likely do something for someone rather than give compliments. Give praise. Some people need to hear your appreciation.”
A word before I begin sharing my NaPoWriMo posts (and please be gentle!). I am keenly aware that what I have written so far is probably more prose than poetry. So for any of you far more gifted poets reading what I write, please forgive me for my fumbling use of rhythm and alliteration and structure.
What I have written so far seems to be turning into a narrative. One long, single narrative, rather than thirty discrete poems. As it stands, it will be best read in chronological order, day-by-day. I hope that as I journey onwards in this challenge I will somehow improve. I have tried writing multiple drafts of my first piece and am still dissatisfied by my effort. However, in the end I have committed to share what I write and will do so for as long as I remain a competitor.
If any of you particularly like any of my posts for NaPoWriMo, please consider leaving a rating or hit the ‘Like’ button. Thank you for your patience as I wrestle with the task of trying to improve my skill set as a writer!
I just noticed, with some surprise, that my most recent post on WordPress was from February 21, 2016. It doesn’t feel that long ago, and after briefly pondering this time warp, I realise that the last month has been terribly busy, and relatively productive, for me. I won’t delve into the minutiae of my recent existence, which consisted of a blur of being sick, the kids being sick, myriad appointments with my doctor, psychologist and *shudder* the dentist (with more to come – they have to repair an old filling, and it is with considerable gratitude that I note that I have found a lovely young, patient dentist who makes me less terrified than my previous dentists). And just when I thought things were settling down, the optometrist contacted me regarding organising the kids’ and my routine eye tests. Ah, the perpetual disintegration of these mortal bodies…
"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. God Himself is not secure, having given man dominion over His works! Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold. Faith alone defends. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable." -Helen Keller