It’s after 10pm, and I’m just catching my breath. My head has felt like it’s inhabited by a swarm of bees all day, because I’ve needed to write.

However, Dear Reader, I won’t be giving you my best. I don’t feel bad about it, because it’s for good reasons:

  1. I’m in the home stretch for this semester, so I have a final paper due in a few days
  2. I’m doing Movember and writing about it elsewhere,
    And biggest of all,
  3. I’m doing NaNoWriMo

I tried to do NaNoWriMo back in 2011, but it just didn’t work. I took great notes about characters and locations and plot points and snippets of dialogue. When I sat down to write, it was stiff and clunky. I tried it again this past year with no progress, then my laptop died, and so on. It’s a book I think I might not have the skill/experience to write yet. It’s a book I envision myself reading more than writing.

So for this year, I’m working on a story that kind of just flowed out organically. It’s funny to me, and it seems stiff, and I’m writing too much of myself into the main character, but it’s a first draft, this is permissible as long as I get it on the page. I can make it readable and cohesive later.

Please follow along:  http://nanowrimo.org/participants/ddguba/novels/siempre-gilbert


Wasted Time


The band Wasted Time is awesome. Buy everything they put out for eternity.

Life is exhausting. I never get enough sleep, and I come home from work numb. Sometimes I have been challenged, and seized opportunities to make things better. This is rare. Most days are spent drinking too much coffee, sending email, and updating various reports and spreadsheets, which are to be emailed. While doing so I feel like I’m wasting investing my youth.
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