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. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. To behave like free spirits in the presence of fate, is strength undefeatable." -Helen Keller