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No NaNo 2015

Hey everyone!  It's been too long since I've posted.  One of the voices in my head said I can't post on a Sunday since traditionally I post on Fridays, but another voice said that it's my blog, so I'll do what I want with it, thanks much.

This year is a bit sad for me.  With my time commitment to school, I can't participate in NaNoWriMo.  I still have a ton of story ideas, I'm still going to several write-ins (albeit to work on homework and mooch the creative enthusiasm), but I'm not working on a novel of my own.
NaNo was my first really positive creative writing experience.  NaNo has been my start of new novels and my deadline for finishing them since 2011.  Not that I've stuck to the finishing bit that much, but in my head it's been the goal.  Not working on something this year almost feels like I'm betraying my people.  Like I'm betraying myself.

Needless to say, but worth saying anyway, I can't wait to graduate in May so I can get back to writing.  I have a ton of work to do as far as editing Om Nom Nombies and I still have The Neif and Spitfire to finish, but there are two or three new novel ideas rattling around in my pickle jar that are about ready to go.  One in particular I'm hoping to write as a visual novel/interactive fiction piece like Leah talked about in her guest post.

So what am I doing this fall writing-wise besides sucking down other writers' creative juices (and snacks)?  I've helped a few friends brainstorm for their novels.  I'm beta reading a novel for Anma Natsu.  And I'm planning-while-telling-myself-I'm-not-planning for a few of my stories.  It wouldn't be November without a little story work :)


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Oh Icharus!  Is that the sun you fly towards?
Our wings are strong.  I made them.  
They have carried us this far.
Lo, your wax is melting,
But the sun does not push you away;
It consumes you.

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