Greetings all. I have had a very bad word count week. Week 2 blahs, you are a travesty! But ahead of me is a 4 day weekend of wackiness... I have Friday and Monday off, and a writing I shall go. I will try and blog every day, thus preserving for all mankind the goals and achievements, or failures and ennui I encounter. I woke today at 8:15 am, cleaned all the dishes in the kitchen, made coffee and then wrote 3000 words, to bring my NaNoWriMo WIP to 44,998 words.
With that paragraph written, I warn you: this post is about blogging. The point of this whole thing is to follow my journey as an unpublished writer with a full time job. Sometimes I fear it's just a waste of cyberspace - considering the posts can be "This is how I feel about my work in progress, which you may never read." I don't do "This is how you should do it" posts, because I'm unpublished, and what the hell do I know, anyway? I don't even have the added consideration of children or a husband to work around - I've just got a cat with a bad attitude.
I guess I hope I'm of use to other people like me, who are just out here, doing their thing, bouncing around the fringes of the online writer-sphere (Not to brag, but the QueryShark and Chuck Wendig replied to my tweets this week.) I haven't gotten anywhere, not so much as a story sold, and though I lack experience with publishing, I do have a lot of experience writing. I think I have something to say about creativity and its joys... as well as the occasional horrors. It's frustrations I know inside and out. And I thank those of you who have come along for the ride. Please keep your arms and legs inside the unicorn, and I promise that clicking on my blog will never lead you to pop ups with Russian girls that want to do dirty things to you. If you're into that kind of thing, I apologize, but this is the internet. I'm sure you know how to Google.