writing and doing

i’ve been feeling a bit too worn out to write seriously the last couple of days – had a meeting last night with the resist! collective at the wise and then drinks with some of the local radical girlies who happened to come by. that was fun. the ferry-commuting post is still in the works, awaiting my energetic attention (perhaps tomorrow?)

i’ve been thinking i would really like to participate in nanowrimo this year which starts next tuesday – and i’m even thinking it would be worthwhile doing sans plot and character outlines – just to force myself to write 1660 words a day of fiction (was thinking to use the collapse of civilization as a jumping off point – i’m so into apocalyptical fiction these days). i don’t really have any free weekends in november or anything, so it might be a tad foolish to believe i can write 50,000 words in 30 days without any extra free time – i will only know by trying i suppose.

this is part of me attempting to take my ability to write a little more seriously, develop it somewhat and perhaps eventually turn out something a little more grand than a blog. i would really like to find some writing instruction on the sunshine coast i could fit into my schedule in the new year. however, i know it is more about the willingness to just *do it* (and edit later) than anything else. how true that is for all of life!

so many things to do — as my kayak instructor said to me on saturday — how can anyone possibly be bored in this world? mostly i can’t even stay on top of the list of things i *want* to do.