50,061 words! NanoWriMo accomplished! The story isn’t. It’s the last push. Probably another 10,000 words or so.
Writer’s Advice: Do What the Great Writers Do!
I’ve lost my voice and it feels like my ears are filled with mud. A complicated network of phlegm has settled into my chest and is firing cannonballs up my throat every so often.
I hope you’re not eating while reading this.
If you are, what are you eating? Tonight I had a pizza. THAT’LL cut down on the phlegm, right?
Damn. Oh well, damage done. Moving on.
There’s not much advice for today. So what do great writers do? Drink. You should drink. If you are a recovering alcoholic, you should still drink. Everyone needs more water, apparently.
On an unrelated note, but somewhat related since I talked about drinking lots of water, the grave of F. Scott Fitzgerald is close to me. Not next to me, but in walking distance.
He was pretty foul to Zelda. She was crazier than a mother of five from Wasilla, AK, but still… he stole many of his ideas from her and didn’t give her a lick of credit.
What I am doing is offering to pee on his grave on your behalf. You don’t have to answer now. In fact, it’s probably best not to answer. Plausible deniability. Wink!
What else did the great writers do? Plagiary? William S. Burroughs could make “Appalachian Heroin” using a butane torch, three gallons of white vinegar, an Alka-Seltzer tablet, a plumber’s snake, and a bag of cotton balls. He could also shoot his wife in the head. And he proved he could do it!
Don’t do any of those things.
The only other thing I can think of is “writing”. They wrote, often in illegal frames of mind. Much of what they wrote is utter crap. They usually relegated that to short stories in “Vanity Fair” or “Colliers”. But still, they wrote. The good stuff rose to the top, but how many people can say that they’ve read “The Torrents of Spring: A Romantic Novel In Honor of the Passing of a Great Race”? Hemingway wrote that. He probably should have thought that decision over.
So I guess write things, and don’t do what the great writers do in all other areas of your life.
In the meantime, I am going to drink lots of water and eat asparagus. I had to read Fitzgerald’s “Tender Is The Night” once and I wish to deliver a personal review.