So, about this time five years ago, I moved to France.
Firstly, I completely spaced on putting this out the other day. August has been a strange month and it’s not over yet. But moving on!
In June, I officially turned 28. Yes, that’s right, one year closer to 30. I’ve got to admit that until a few years ago, 30 seemed really far away. Like a mythical unicorn that doesn’t actually exist until you see one and are forced to concede your incorrect notion. Like how everyone thought the world was flat until it wasn’t. Point is, 30 is swiftly approaching and I think it’s time to take stock of the things I want to accomplish before it arrives.
There are many ways to write a novel but here’s one!
Like most people, I see a lot of movies. In fact, I probably see more movies than read books. Oftentimes, especially lately, it seems like all Hollywood does is make books (and comics and literally every other type of media) into movies. I have seen my fair share of “based on” movies. Some are literally the best adaptations I’ve ever seen. Others are simply terrible. Why is that? I have a few theories that I’ll share here and a suggestion to help you get through the terrible ones.
When I grow up, I want to be a *insert chosen career here*.
From age four until we die, we get asked that question. What do you want to do? What do you want to be? What are you good at? How can you make that a career? Don’t you just want to work a regular job and then do what you want when you retire? It’s a question none of us is ever going to escape. Even the ones who know, from day one, what they want to do.
Looking around for ideas for this week’s blog post, I came across one that said, write a “what’s new” post about your writing. I sat there, laughed derisively to myself, and said, “nothing.” Because that is what’s new with my writing. Honestly, I haven’t really written anything since NaNoWriMo. That was… eight months ago. Yes, I have been working on editing some things in that time, but I don’t feel as if I’ve made much of a difference on anything.
An interesting thought about writers who have all the time in the world to write and those (like me) who do not.