what happens if the plot never thickens...
I got an email yesterday from Chris at Nanowrimo. He said that week two was going to be our hardest week because this would be the week that Plot would emerge. What!?! Plot? Who said anything about plot.
I'm behind.
WORD COUNT: 12,202
PERCENT COMPLETE: 24%
RECENT EXCERPT:
That turn seemed rather simple at the time. Technically, I don’t remember any of the details of the turn. I do not remember the texture of the steering wheel in my hands. I do not remember if I edged the accelerator forward or simply lifted my foot from the brake. I do not remember if the blacktop had chipped away from the road at that particular driveway in a way that made the descent into the lane into an inconvenient Bump. However, I could make a case, in retrospect that that particular turn was the moment of consumption for me. Before I turned into that lane, perhaps I was blinded by the excitement of a primal urge, perhaps I was excused by the early morning hour (I hadn’t remembered my coffee carafe). If I was an innocent until that moment, I was a sinner the moment afterward.
If we humans evaluated every action we take, every decision we choose, we would live nowhere but the past. We would all have to sit at Big Green Tables for most of our days rethinking what we had done on those few days that we had scooted our chairs back and gone out to live. We would find a great flow of decisions and assumptions made by other people buoying us along the current of every day life. We brush our teeth, we fasten our clothes to our bodies, we cook the food in the refrigerator, we check our email, we pay the waitress when the bill is delivered, we turn out the lights before we go to bed, we cover our mouths and noses before we sneeze. If we are honest and spend a moment just calculating how much of our life floats on the current of the already-decided, we find that more than sixty three percent of our waking life is comprised by such action.
BTW ~ please don't bother to read these blatherings. Think of these bursts as sporadic affirmations of my existence and affection for you. If I ever write a book worth reading (I am, now, officially a novelist after all), I'll email you and give you the heads up. I'll even try to arrange for a special discount with Amazon.
I'm behind.
WORD COUNT: 12,202
PERCENT COMPLETE: 24%
RECENT EXCERPT:
That turn seemed rather simple at the time. Technically, I don’t remember any of the details of the turn. I do not remember the texture of the steering wheel in my hands. I do not remember if I edged the accelerator forward or simply lifted my foot from the brake. I do not remember if the blacktop had chipped away from the road at that particular driveway in a way that made the descent into the lane into an inconvenient Bump. However, I could make a case, in retrospect that that particular turn was the moment of consumption for me. Before I turned into that lane, perhaps I was blinded by the excitement of a primal urge, perhaps I was excused by the early morning hour (I hadn’t remembered my coffee carafe). If I was an innocent until that moment, I was a sinner the moment afterward.
If we humans evaluated every action we take, every decision we choose, we would live nowhere but the past. We would all have to sit at Big Green Tables for most of our days rethinking what we had done on those few days that we had scooted our chairs back and gone out to live. We would find a great flow of decisions and assumptions made by other people buoying us along the current of every day life. We brush our teeth, we fasten our clothes to our bodies, we cook the food in the refrigerator, we check our email, we pay the waitress when the bill is delivered, we turn out the lights before we go to bed, we cover our mouths and noses before we sneeze. If we are honest and spend a moment just calculating how much of our life floats on the current of the already-decided, we find that more than sixty three percent of our waking life is comprised by such action.
BTW ~ please don't bother to read these blatherings. Think of these bursts as sporadic affirmations of my existence and affection for you. If I ever write a book worth reading (I am, now, officially a novelist after all), I'll email you and give you the heads up. I'll even try to arrange for a special discount with Amazon.
posted by Redbaerd at 6:22 AM
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