I crawled out of bed with my NaNo Novel 2012 on my mind. Yes, I’m like that. I wake up and I’m thinking story. I’ve done stranger things, so having something like this rolling about in my head at 5:30 AM isn’t that unusual a thing.
What was on your mind, you say? Time. Time and a line, really.
When I began prepping for my NaNo Experience, I started with a time line. From there I went to note, and from there I’ll go to writing. Natural order of progression, right? You start at A and go to B, and onward.
Not so fast, I say. I’m a wibbly wobbly timey whimey sort of person, so a normal progression of cause to effect doesn’t always work for me. Sometimes the cause becomes the effect, but from there I have to go back to another cause before I find all the effect I require.
I keep saying that I need to put some names to invisible faces, which is true. I have a cast of people who are not actually going to be on stage, but will be sort of the choir, so to speak. Of course, I need names for these people, and while I have a list of names, I don’t have cooling bodies to go with those names. So this awaits.
What crawled out of be with me, however, was the realization that ever after I have these bodies named, there is something important–which relates to the story in a big way–that needs doing. So, probably later today, or early this morning, I’ll be getting the name together, putting them with people, then–setting up a list. Yes, another of my lists. Oh, I must have, I will, yesssssss . . .
But once that’s finished, then I’m ready. NaNo Novel 2012 can become a real thing. The days and nights of literary abandon await, and I’m ready to make it mine. Or lose my mind trying. Which won’t be that big a deal, since I lost the damn thing some time back.
There was something else on my mind as well. No, not the remnants of a dream where I was keeping Martha Smith locked up in a bottle, and I survived a 100 story fall in a penthouse apartment, but rather something else relating to my writing.
For some time I’ve owned my own web domain. Oh, yeah, I’m down with this thing the kids call “The Net”, and I’ve had a presence there for about three years. Thing is, if you go looked for my URL–and, perchance, you find it–there’s nothing there. Nothing. Nothing! It’s null and void of content, which does me no good, since if you’re gonna maintain a web presence, it would help if there was something to present.
I’m considering getting something back up on that domain sometime soon. An author’s page would be good, since I could us that to set up a portal to all things me. If and when this happens will likely not occur until after the head smacking that happens with NaNo is over. After the strain and stress are a thing of the past, and all I need worry about is getting the story edited and published. Maybe December would be a nice time to put my website together, and show the world all that is me.
Whether the world is ready for that event remains to be seen . . .