Random Thought: Just Wing It

                       

patrick-fore-381200-unsplashWell it’s official, I’m not going to succeed at NaNoWriMo doing the whole planning and outlining thing. I had it all set up. I had a game plan. And then my brain was like “Nope, not gonna work!” So I’m going to do what I did last year, take my idea and work it out one written word at a time.

If I’m going to be successful with NaNoWriMo two years in a row, then I have to stay true to who I am as a first draft writer. No planning out the idea. Just taking the idea and running with it. I know what my end goal is. Obviously, it’s 50,000 words in a month. But it’s also to complete the first draft, so that I’ll have a foundation for the second draft.

Write the crap. Then clean the crap up. That appears to be my modus operandi when writing!

 

A Story to Tell

Every person has a story worth being told. At least I think so. I often wish that I could tell every story in the world, but that is not a realistic possibility. However, it does not stop me from making up a couple of stories a day. One day I will write a story about a person’s life that will change the world. That is my ultimate dream.

I don’t remember what started my fascination with writing, but for as long as I have wanted to write about people. I would like to be a biographer, but in my own kind of way. I started with my mom’s parents and then my dad’s parents. And boy oh boy, they had some interesting stories. Those interviews took place over ten years ago and I’m glad I started with them because all of them have since passed. Both of my grandmothers kept diaries and I inherited those. I did multiple follow up interviews with all of them as well. My grandparents led very interesting lives and thankfully I got their written permission to share their stories with the world whenever I felt it was time for them to be shared.

After getting my grandparents’ stories, I moved onto my parents. It was awkward at first because I really wasn’t sure what to expect. But it wasn’t bad at all. If anything, it brought me a newfound appreciation for my parents. They still aren’t as cool as all of my grandparents, but I definitely respect them a hell of a lot more than I did before.

And that is where I stopped interviewing people. I have a long list of people who I feel are worth interviewing, but I keep coming back the my grandparents and their stories. It feels like something is there. I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but I do know that right in front of me is a very good story waiting to be told. No, scratch that, in front of me are multiple stories waiting to be told!

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