The way I see it, this is not about the discipline of writing everyday. That’s the point of NaNoWriMo, to get you used to a routine and setting up a foundation.
This is not about craft. Not yet, anyway; that comes later.
This — posting moments to Hi — is about me getting the words out. Even if they’re fragmentary, half finished thoughts, let loose into the ether.
This is about the ordinary. Not the banal, mind you, but just the ordinary.
I wonder if posting moments to Hi ends up making you more playful, more open, more willing to try new things just because, more alert to narrative possibilities around you.
To write as if no one was reading, and not to care if no one did.
on the road
It's Sunday morning and we have no plans. How nice!
A late summer afternoon Boston South Station, about to head west on the Commuter Rail
Walking through Boston, thinking about life. It is weird how those two feel strangely connected.
Paying it forward
The view from the deck of the Charles W. Morgan. She's visiting Boston for a few days, and I had the lucky privilege of an early-bird tour!
Ordinary things: but they mean I am settling into a new home. (Also, after three months, I finally have something to put my clothes in.)