I mentioned last week that 50,000 words or not, I still felt like a winner. And I meant it. I even meant it at midnight November 30th, aka “Stomach Flu Day 3: Still 10,000 Words Behind.”
So I didn’t win NaNo this year, the first since I’ve been participating. I don’t feel disappointed though– or, okay, I’m a little bummed of course. But more on principle than in reality. Because I learned a lot of very cool things this year from NaNo (and my reflective stomach flu days, during which I didn’t go near the computer), and particularly one big thing:
If there’s one thing I don’t need to be doing more of every day, it’s writing. If I have extra time every day, I’d rather be doing something different. Something not at the computer. Something like painting or art projects. But not more writing. At least, not more writing fiction.
My heart lies in writing nonfiction. Things that happened. Stuff that’s in my head. Blog posts. Those things, I would write even if Dan and I were hopping into a hot tub full of money every night. And so I think if I am going to focus on more me-writing as opposed to work-writing then, as my niece used to say when she was learning to talk, “More of THAT.”
Which brings me to my next piece of news.
I really love this blog. I even love finding photos, adding quotes to pictures… combining words and images: my two great loves. I feel like I’m building something, even if it’s only for me and my two or three loyal readers. And, given the whole doing what you love thing– well, I love this; maybe it’s time to get serious.
So this blog is moving to a new home and will also be getting a facelift. I guess if I can get up early every stupid day to write more words for NaNo, I could also get up early and learn WordPress, ditch Blogger, and build myself an actual website.
The blog is getting a new name too. One day I was talking to my sister, back when Dan and I were just dating. And I said “You know, the kids were playing, and they were actually getting along for a change and Dan and I were sitting there holding hands, and his phone was off so there were no nasty calls from his ex, and we were happy for a minute. It was almost like we were an actual family. Almost like… like…”
“Real life?” she suggested.
“Yeah,” I said. “Exactly.”
And I knew when I started this blog, Almost Like Real Life was the only name it could have.
Over the past year, though, I feel like I’ve cheapened my all-the-way-real life by describing it as only almost real. My life may not match what I thought it’d be like (does anyone’s?) but it’s definitely real. And by saying it’s only almost real, I keep this carrot out there for myself like I’m going to get to actual life at some point. Like I’m not there yet.
Except I am.
I’m sure I put way too much thought into this. But that’s okay, because I’m a writer; if I didn’t put too much thought into everything, what the hell would I have to write about?
Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on the new blog name (that’s a surprise) and the new address (once I have it), but the grand plan is to make the big move for the first post of the New Year. In between then and now, stay tuned. We still need to talk about how the second half of my Year of Fruition went.
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