Reading, Writing, and killing my story

I’m done with NaNoWriMo. That’s all I got to say on that subject, but I go into a little more detail here.

Well, it’s been a slow reading, but I’m still working on finishing Tolkien’s The Silmarillion and I have to say that I’ve never realized that I like the fantasy genre, though I think I’ll simply stick to Tolkien rather than reading anyone else because I normally don’t read what I can’t write. My Sci-Fi genre void was filled by Heinlein and I have Philosopher to thank for that. Horror has been filled by Lovecraft.

Anyway, Silmarillion is really a book that I read when I need to read something different. Books outside my literary fiction genre usually take me longer to read because there’s just too much going on that I lose track easily. I’m halfway done with it, and The Children of Húrin is next, followed by The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. I need a break from my usual books because I haven’t read anything outside of it in a long time, save Never Let Me Go, which was still literary for the most part.

Speaking, what I was talking about earlier, the blog that I linked was to my Sex, With Strangers blog. The original purpose was to actually post the chapters that I had already written up for the public to read. But because I actually read the chapters and the storyline is clotted with plot holes, bad writing, rants and really poorly researched sex stuff, I decided to rewrite most of it. If you know my habits with writing, you know that rewriting something is hard and painstakingly long. I feel like I killed my own story before I even got it off the ground.

And and because Project: Gospel has been sitting in the back burner for a while and the other day I started writing what looked like the first chapter of that and then there was the other project that includes the samurai research I was doing has come to light because I never knew how to begin it and the research might have been in vain.

So who knows how this’ll go. This, by the way, is why I hate long writing projects, because I have writer’s ADD and would prefer to stick to short stories.

“Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die” (Placebo)

All the centrefolds that you can’t afford
Have long since waved their last goodbyes
All the centrefolds that you can’t afford
You’ve long since faded from their eyes

I’m having nightmares again. I’m not sure if it’s the outcome of surgery, the meds I’m taking, the fear that clutches me heart that is imperishable, or something else entirely. At times I think I’m sleeping with ghosts. Their celestial bodies cloaking my mind, polluting my thoughts.

Last night, I attempted to go out with Jyg to Barnes – I was looking for the book The Children of Húrin, which I saw on sale before my hospital stay, but was gone by the time I attempted to buy it – but in the midst, my knees started to feel weak and I started to perspire so we left. I’m going to make another attempt in a while. Hopefully I’ll find it at the other Barnes.

I started NaNoWriMo yesterday. I think Sex, With Strangers will be my project considering that a lot of it has to be rewritten anyway, so I opted to change it up a bit. The only chapter that will probably suffer the least is, of course, chapter one. We’ll see.

November already?!

Damn it, I wanted to be more prepared for this month than I was last year. Stupid appendix needing to be removed put a damper on that. While I think I have enough notes to write something, I have notes that really don’t match up to on solid theme. What am I supposed to do if I want to continue with National Novel Writing Month?! Anyone else partaking in this?

Sigh. And I wanted to keep a separate blog for it, but I think because I opened the Sex, With Strangers blog I’m pretty much thinking that’s a fruitless attempt. We’ll see. Who knows.