I am trying to get my brain to remember how to do this whole blogging thing. I used to find it much easier to open up this window and enter anecdotes, rants or ramblings. They might not have been award winning material but they were something.

Last night while I was procrastinating about NaNoWriMo I was chatting with Tweek mentioning that I couldn’t seem to start writing (both a blog or my novel). He advised me to just start typing, to try to do a little stream of consciousness writing to get myself started. This used to be the way my brain worked all the time. I would sit down and somehow a blog, poem, story or whatever would take shape. It never required a great deal of work.

However last night I just couldn’t find my stream of consciousness. I lost it somewhere, maybe I left it sitting alone in the dark for so long that it fell into oblivion or perhaps I just wasn’t trying hard enough (though isn’t the whole point to not have to try?). I know I’m going to keep looking though and hopefully soon I’ll fall into the same black hole and the words will just flow again.

NaNoWriMo Stats – Day: 1  – Word Count: 807

At the moment I am sitting in my truck at the beach, mini-me providing me with the ability to blog. What I am not doing is starting NaNoWriMo. I definitely should be I need to write 1,667 words today, and every day until November 30th.

At the same time that NaNoWriMo is going on NaBloPoMo is happening. I don’t know why I don’t just sign up for that, posting a blog a day seems far less daunting to me at the moment then writing 50,000 words in a month. Of course my blogging habits of late don’t lend to well to daily blogging anymore than they do daily novel writing.

I guess I am just not feeling the desire I used to when it comes to writing, which is sad. There aren’t many things I love but writing has always been one of them and it feels wrong to not be putting work out into the universe.

This is my third year participating in NaNoWriMo, each year I have fallen drastically short of the 50,000 word mark. I always have the best of intentions but quickly end up abandoning my novel. Sometimes life just gets in the way, other times I just haven’t been motivated. I’d like to think going into my third attempt that I will really try to put 50,000 words – good or bad – down on paper or a word document.

I’ve re-read what I wrote in previous years and it isn’t horrible. It isn’t as though I started writing then got discouraged by bad prose. I’ve always been fairly confident that I am a good storyteller, on paper anyway. I’m hoping this year whatever component of my brain that has thrown me off track in the past will just shut-up and let me be.

Now I just need to find the story I know is somewhere in my brain waiting for me to pull it out and mould it into something. Of course the brain is a very large labyrinth to wander around looking for one so it should prove to be an interesting month. I might even try to at least accomplish a blog a day if for no other purpose than to give me a place to gripe about how I haven’t written my 1,667 words for NaNoWriMo, and to try and get me back into daily blogging.

Here goes…