I have never been able to participate in NaNoWriMo before. I have always been too busy, or too aware of my responsibilities to write a marathon. And now that I have discovered Camp NaNoWriMo, I have developed another obstacle to my write-athon-ing: I don't want to.
The ceaseless writing is just as unappealing to me as ceaseless running is. I can write 3,000 words in a day, no problem. Maintaining that is a bit of a stretch for me, at the moment. I need to exercise the writing muscles. I'd rather be an endurance writer-- one who writes daily throughout the year, with the occasional sprint to the deadline.
Still, I like the writing I have done (which is probably a bad sign), and will continue novel-ing.
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I am still trying to figure out a social network balance. I would like to be able to blog here, post on my tumblr, and maintain my twitter account. I like the variety of these sites, and the creativity required to run each of them. (If I had any talent at video editing, I would probably do Youtube as well; but I suppose I am a text-based creature.)
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I have rediscovered the library.
Just walking into the library, reading the back of books, walking out again in possession of books... It makes me giddy with joy. It's better than Goodreads. (Which I am now addicted to.)
I read so much less in college than I did in high school. For example, I have 90 book reading lists from 9th and 10th grades. Last year, I read 17 books. I am a much sadder individual these days. I miss the days of ridiculous free time for reading.
I am actually quite proud of the selection of books I checked out of the library: The Name of The Star, Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Pathfinder, A Brief History of Montmaray, and The 10 p.m. Question. Beautiful.
