Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Practice Makes... *yawn*

So, NaNoWriMo is nigh, as is the end to the tyranny known as Daylight Savings Time. In recent years these have aligned such that we've already adjusted our clocks and gained back the extra hour of sleep so cruelly denied us at the start of Spring. No so this year, however, as we say farewell to DST between November 2nd and 3rd. As my normal writing time -- if anyone can call NaNo "normal" -- is first thing in the morning, before anyone is up, I trick myself by not adjusting my alarm clock, giving up that free hour in the name of mad drafting. This year, though, is different, so I'm easing in to the transition by setting back the alarm 15 minutes each day. Today is day three of that exercise, which means I'm up... um... *counts on fingers, squints at hand*... well, far earlier than I was a week ago, I'll tell you that. And I'll tell you something else, too. The house is cold and dark at this hour. Only the promise of a cup of incredibly strong cold-brewed coffee got me up this morning, but now the caffeine is coursing through my system, slapping around my synapses. Sweet, sweet caffeine. This easing-into-morning trick is new for me this year, though it's something similar to what we do with the kids when summer ends and school begins. That feels simpler, though, either because I'm already getting up for work, or because the sun has, too.

Anyhow, since I'm up anyway, I'm trying out another new-for-me setup, a wireless keyboard and a new piece of software installed on my little tablet. Now don't worry: I'm certainly not about to turn in my membership card to the Typewriter Brigade, that forum-swallowing monster that Mr. Moon wrought in a fit of inspired madness. But I am astoundingly busy with real-life concerns this year. I'm always a little busy, given the kids and the onset of the holidays -- we carved jack o' lanterns last night, the first harbinger of the End TImes (for the calendar.) Work has me positively hopping this year, due in a large part to the way the State of California implemented some of the finer points of the new healthcare laws. We have a houseguest coming for a day or two soon, which means no pre-dawn typing music, too. It's going to be a season of alternate technologies and stealth noveling, to be sure. So I'm practicing again, trying to coax my groggy brain into not only wakefulness, but into assembling cognizant sentences before breakfast. (I am cheating somewhat and using both the spell-check and the backspace, as a nod to the poor readers of this blog, both of you. I am not entirely heartless.)

I think you can see another reason why I like to tackle NaNo when all sane people are in bed: a tendency towards excessive wordiness. My internal editor is still snug abed, leaving very little censor between my fingertips and whatever thinking parts are currently sitting with their feet up in a metaphorical coffee bath. (The analogy centers are also still sound asleep, thanks for noticing.) Verbosity is an asset in this challenge, as you know by now, and I'm still hyper-competitive enough to feel that, although it's great to be encouraging and nice and supportive on the forums, I still fully intend to stay well ahead of the breaking crest of the wordcount wave. Uh, or something. (Analogies happen in the rewrite.) So, I'm still an over-wordy jerk first thing in the morning. At least that didn't require any practice.

There's still time! I know that many of you have the same story as I do, getting pulled into the madness of typewriters through the general insanity and all-Clemens echo chamber of the Brigade topic on the forums, and then sustaining that love after November is but a cold, dark, sleepless memory. And more than a few of you are Wrimos from the Dark Times before the rise of the Typosphere, yet I do not see you counted among our numbers. Maybe you're just hiding, or maybe you're scared off by my propensity to post replies to anyone that even breathes in our general direction. These are both fine reasons, but if you're not playing along because of business or lack of ideas or love of sleep... are these really true excuses? (Brand new mothers/fathers get a pass. You may thank me for my beneficence later, Mr. Speegle.) After all, the not-very-secret point of this exercise is to carve out a window of uncensored creative time in your incredibly busybusybusy adult lives, isn't it? I mean, imagine me, here on the sofa, our poor dog neurotically pacing through the house because I'm doing something unusual. Even my dog knows this is special, and she's about as smart as a sandwich. So what's your excuse for not partying with the rest of us? Even if your weapon of choice is a pencil, or laptop, or clay tablet. Why not? I certainly hope you're not letting that bastard Self Doubt set up housekeeping in your head.

Our local public radio station has a series they call "Perspectives" which is the favorite part of my morning drive. It's folks from the Bay Area, reading an audio essay aloud about whatever topic they feel like speaking on. One recently was about Art, although I doubt it was capitalized. More like "art", and making and taking the time to create it, even if you're not what would be called "an artistic person" and even if you make your living doing something non-arty. Like, say, fret about the Affordable Care Act and how it's playing merry hell with lower-income hospital patients. You don't much less "art" than that, trust me. I"ll have to see if I can find the piece, but in essence, the author was talking about those of us -- the inclusive "us" here, I'm sure he meant you, too -- who toil away at a secret creative process in our own time, time reclaimed from our daily routines. Art, that whether good or bad, allows us to be defined by something other than "he's a dad" or "he's our database guru" or even "he's my husband and he doesn't have sense enough to stay in bed when it's cold and dark out." Art done for the creator's own enjoyment, in short, and no one else's.

Someone on one of the forums (?) described the 30-days-50K-words NaNoWriMo goal as an "ersatz deadline." I like that, because if you stop to think about it, it's completely true. Why 30 days? Why 50,000 words? Why bother? Chris Baty, founder of NaNoWriMo, lays out the reasons for the numbers in his No Plot? No Problem! book, but your own personal reasons for playing along -- your own "why bother?" answers -- should, I hope, be something like these:

"Because of community."

"Because of creativity."

"Because a small plastic rhino tells me to." (That's me.)

"Because of art."

Note that "to get published" and "to become grotesquely wealthy and lord it over all those who have done me wrong" are none of these reasons, because, let's face it, most of us won't. We won't come anywhere close to those goals, and very few people do. And they are big and lofty and crazily desirable goals, but they also mean hours of effort and revising and commitment, and a lot of things that suddenly don't feel like "art" to me any more. They feel like work, and I have quite enough of that already, thanks. And I do so much of it that I forget there's another part of me that likes to pull out a page, be it real paper or virtual, and just romp around a while. That's the part that needs some practice now and then to stay healthy and alive, and that's the part that got me up out of bed, fired up the tablet, and sat down to type. That's the part I'm bringing to November. How about you?


Piotr Trumpiel said...

I know I am not yet capable of completing NaNoWriMo (technically - I think i would have to call it GloNoWriMo). So maybe I need to devise a NaShoStoWriMo or even better - NaVeShoStoWriMo for myself. Though in a current state of self belief I admit that NaHa*WriMo has the most appeal...

* -iku

(No disrespect to the event, its name or participants intended. Just a loose thought on my own wordsmithing capabilities.)

Ted said...

Well, you know I'm in. I never win, but I always play (: