Today is the twelfth anniversary of my blog. It began on Blogger on this date in 2001. You can read the first entry here. It begins:
A very long time ago, when I was a child, I thought how it would be a Very Fine Thing to spend my life writing books (whenever I wasn't thinking how it would be a Very Fine Thing to spend my life digging up dinosaur bones).
I began my LiveJournal, caving into peer pressure, on April 15th, 2004. Entries were posted there and at Blogger until Wednesday, August 31, 2005, when I began posting here exclusively. The LJ turns ten in April.
When I began the blog in 2001, the plan was to record the writing of a single novel, Low Red Moon. I finished the book on Saturday, August 24, 2002. But I continued blogging. Oh, how I hated that word back then. It was, back then, a new word. Now, it seems to have become antiquated, unhip, not cool, stodgy.
So, happy anniversary.
We live in the age of adult infantilism.
Here in Providence, it's 21˚F, but the windchill has the "feels like" temperature at 0˚F.
Yesterday I managed a pathetic 505 words on the fourth chapter of Cherry Bomb.
I could not stand the sound of my voice, and worse, I'd placed Quinn in a situation for which the only reasonable conclusion seemed to involve an act that would, effectively, end the novel. Or at least turn it into an entirely different novel. Maybe that's what needs to happen. I have no idea.
But I'm taking a short break. Just a few days. I am in chaos, and I have to make order. Besides, everyone else is taking chunks of this week off. I'll be a joiner this week, a bandwagoneer.
Oh, and I love you Clara Oswin Oswald. A shame it took forever for the creators to find an actress with whom Matt Smith had chemistry. So long, you annoying, dull Ponds.
Note: Reading my entry from Thursday, November 29, 2001, it's amazing to see that, back then, I averaged about 400 wds./5 hrs. These days, I do about 1,100 wds./2-3 hrs. It's hard to believe I made a living writing that slowly, but I did. For several years. As it happens, Low Red Moon was the novel that taught me to "write fast." By the end of it I was averaging about 1,000 words in five or six hours.