Well, I tried the random approach to publishing my posts. I don’t like it, not at all. Although I’ve been trying to write on my project without a schedule, taking it to my blog just isn’t working for me. Maybe it isn’t working for my WiP either and I’m just not ready to accept that in me.
Not long back I read an article about a theory that was supposed to help a person reach a goal that was deemed important. Seeing I do have an aspiration I want to attain, I was, obviously, interested. Aytekin Tank made two valid points about his take on this subject. His hypothesis was people should not discuss their goals with others if they want to be successful at reaching them.
He surmised that by verbalizing what you are trying to accomplish you would in up feeling you were closer to the finish than you actually were, therefore making you relax to the point where you lose motivation to complete your quest. Additionally, the discussion of your project/goal is going to create reactions from the people you convey this information to. In most likelihood, you will get praise for the effort you are telling them you are going to make or are in the process of making. According to Tank, you are most likely to feel you have already reached your goal and, as with the first point, lose your momentum in your struggle to finish.
Although I usually don’t discuss my goals—at least not in detail—my reasons are completely the opposite of the conclusions Tank came up with. I am a person of superstitions. If I want something to happen, I believe I should just get busy with the task of making it happen rather than talk it out with someone. I believe talking it out may very well put a jinx on the plan no matter how persevering I am. I’m more likely to lose confidence in my ability to achieve a goal if I say too much about it creative judgmental mistakes. Also, if I do not reach the finish line and don’t broadcasting the intentions I had, I have spared myself embarrassment and have sidestepped others’ disappointment in me.
I have come to the conclusion Halloween has lost its prominence, at least in most of the United States. It used to be kids were fired up weeks in advance, inspecting the candy aisle at the stores and talking about which houses gave the best treats. They were thinking up their costumes and pleading with their parents to either make it for them or buy it. When the day would finally arrive, they were all set for a rare day of fun at school and walking around their neighborhoods that evening dressed as witches, werewolves, princesses, knights, or even something more unusual.
These days the kids don’t get excited about the holiday. The candy displays at the store don’t get their attention. The school bus that drives down my street haul the kids to school in their regular clothes on that important day. No one is turning on the porch light that evening signifying they will open the door when someone knocks that evening because the kids won’t be out in force. The threat of rapists, poison, and other violence is so eminent now the children are either going to parties at the homes of their friends or are ignoring the holiday altogether. It’s a significant change of the times.
The day was traditional again this year, at least here in Tennessee. My husband and I went to his brother’s house where everyone seems to gather for this sort of stuff. I made my raspberry cranberry sauce jello and some Stove Top dressing to go with the turkey my nephew and wife were in charge of. My husband’s mom brought her famous green cottage cheese jello mold. My husband’s cousin and his wife brought authentic German dishes to share with the rest of us. There was a lot of chitchat and way too much eating going on.
At my mother’s home in Colorado, they had a non-traditional day. With my mom being 92, there wasn’t going to be any cooking done by her. My brother is a decent cook but he didn’t want the chore of cooking the turkey. Their solution: my brother had a pizza made at the deli of the local grocery store, whipped up a big toss salad, and bought some eclairs.
November has been a month of doctor appointments. If I have very many more of them I’m going to be able to tell you what shoe size each doctor wears.
Early in the month, I saw a gastroenterologist for my digestive issues. This invoked a preregistration at the outpatient clinics at the hospital so I could have a “procedure” done. In other words, the doctor wants to go poking around. About a week and a half later, I had the “procedure”. All it did was rule out cancer and any liver diseases and gave me a belly ache.
I went to the dentist for my six-month checkup on November 12th, I wasn’t able to see my regular dentist though. I like my dentist because he has slim artistic hands, which is easier to tolerate in the mouth. Also, he believes that less is always better in most cases when it comes to dental procedures. The dentist I got also had slim hands and fingers but, to tell the truth, I wasn’t as comfortable with him as I am with my regular dentist. There’s just something that clicks between us. I ended up having to go back to see that other dentist the next week to have two cavities filled. One side of my mouth is still tender from that. Yep, I definitely like my regular dentist better by far.
Tomorrow I have my first Osteoporosis shot—in the stomach. If done right, it won’t hurt any worse than the flu shot I had last month.
My current WiP is still at a sloth’s pace. I have, however, gotten past chapter one. As to be expected, finding the right words to express what I want each sentence to convey is my biggest problem. I know I shouldn’t be worried about this [just get the thing written], yet I can’t move forward until I have what I believe is the word that says what I want the reader to know.
Maybe it’s been a good thing that I haven’t gotten far into the story because I read a post at Fiction University entitled Goals, Conflicts, & Stakes: Why Plots Need All Three that made me realize I’m missing a goal. I have the story goal, which defines the internal journey of my protagonist but I don’t have a clear-cut plot goal [whatever the protagonist is trying to achieve on a conscious level]. What is this poor woman trying to attain that she doesn’t already have? I haven’t a clue. Until I get a firm idea of what my protagonist wants to gain in her real world, I’m going to have to put this WiP on a shelf. I have several other writing projects I can work on. No, I’m not even close to being ready to attack my first WiP for a rewrite. That first draft only touched the surface of the story and I don’t feel prepared to delve into it. The one I’ve picked to work on deals with mental illness. No, I don’t think it will be a thriller but I am keeping this notion handy in case I change my mind.
How has your November gone so far?
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness