A note for those interested in the Tuesday Tarot Prompts: since Instagram is being hinky about embedding those over here, I’ve added a link to them to this site’s menu. If you click the Menu button up there on the right, the last item on the menu should be Prompts, and it will take you to the entire current catalog of #tuesdaytarotprompt posts on Instagram.
That said, here’s today’s.
Well friends, here is the plan. It’s good to have a plan.
On Sunday, I’m going to go to Meeting. I haven’t been to Meeting in a long time, but I feel a mighty need right now.
And then This Goddamned Book: If you’re not familiar, this book I’m writing is a book about an apocalyptic totalitarian regime, an empire ruling the remnant of a world that is very literally decaying to ash around them. It is a book about how people can learn to remake the world even when it looks its grimdarkest. It is a book about what happens when women get angry. It is a book about the phrase I have typed in all caps at the beginning of the draft, and taped across the top of my monitor: Hope at the end of the world. So tomorrow I’m going to get up and I’m going to resume writing the hell out of the rest of this goddamned book.
Tomorrow is coming, and there is work to be done. And some of that work is the stories we tell each other, the stories that will shape us. So let’s get up, and let’s get to work, and let’s tell good stories.
And friends, if you need a hug right now or a shoulder, if you are feeling real small and scared, I am here, and I will hold your hand.
I love you, friends. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Deep breath; I can do this.
Today the Impostor Syndrome is rocketing around the room yowling and tearing at the drapes like a mad cat, and it’s pretty hard to ignore. I’m going to ignore it a little bit by laying out my plans here like a person who is capable of making plans and sticking to them, and then you, friends, can hold me accountable.
November is upon us, and that means NaNoWriMo. I’ve done it for years; it’s a seasonal reflex at this point. But this year I have so many already-in-progress projects on my plate that I’m going to use the month a little differently.
I have two (three?) shorts I want to revise; at least one of those, I am solemnly sworn to begin submitting before month’s end, so. But mostly, mostly, this month will be about The Goddamned Novel.
I’m optimistic about the shape of it since Viable Paradise — or, well, on good days I am. Today I’m pretending to be. What I have right now is the serviceable first slightly-more-than-half a novel. What I will have by the end of November is the whole thing, at least in skeleton. What I will have by the end of December (happy new year!) will be a clean, beta-ready draft. So November 2016 will be my Personal Novel Finishing Month, and I expect to be held to that.
This book actually began, lo these … six? seven? years ago, as a NaNoWriMo project. It was the first NNWM I ever “won,” 54,000+ words later. Though that ugly lump of words bears almost zero resemblance to what it has since become, it was definitely the nut that hatched this weird little tree.
Deep breath; here I go.
This week’s #tuesdaytarotprompt – From the Alchemical Tarot, it’s the Seven of Swords; the household object is salt. (I promise next week I’ll find an object somewhere outside my kitchen.) Tell us a story!
wren wallis 