And the Poet Lifts His/((Her)) Pen…
A random vaguely applicable line from the lyrics of Thick as a Brick, the epic song//EP by Jethro Tull:
I’m very fond of this song — my mother and I used to listen to it most days on the way to school my Freshman and Sophomore years. I was already a fan of the Tull, and this song is so epic that it did me no harm hearing it that often. Heck, I even made a point to play it once in a grand while when I was still DJing, ’cause yanno… awesome.
Anyways, the line is apt because my brain is mulling on the possibility of organizing another work of fiction for NaNoWriMo. I’ve had a loose idea for an original piece in my head for years, but until I worn NaNo last year and finished my story this past week, I wasn’t sure I had a full work of fiction in me. Okay, it only came out to 201 print pages, but that was still pretty freaking awesome result for having a starting point of one sentence — ‘Raeyn leaves the White Tower, the end’.
Now, the nice thing is I’ve got until November to flesh out things if I so choose to. I have four and a half months to think, and then I have the end of October to see if my brain will randomly decide to cooperate for another year; it was seriously a surprise patch of functionality that I paid for dearly in the following month (I flourish in the winter months normally!). So that’s also a consideration — can I do it without harming myself overly? Not that I knew it would ricochet into depression then, but I can surmise it would do that were I to do the same.
I guess, for now, I will think about it, and maybe do a little bit at a time if I think it’s not going to send my brain into an overworked spin; as much as I like the concept of writing, it’s very stressful for my poor brain. But it’s also something that I think I am good at and can get better at, so it’s a balancing act like all things. *smiles*
For now though, I am going to kick back and enjoy some Simming, ’cause it’s a weekend and I should relax. I hope you guys are having an enjoyable time!
I’ve had several stories rolling around in my mind for years. Some day I’ll have to take the leap to and see what happens.
Maybe! 🙂 If there ever were an American dream, it’s to write the Great American Novel.