I’ve read about the National Novel Writing Month and I knew about it months before and yes, IMISSED IT. I so wanted to join but I guess I wouldn’t even have the commitment to really engage into my writing and submit something worthwhile at the end of the month. If I can remember I cannot even be qualified to be part of their 50,000 word count.

Read about the National Novel Writing Month here.

They say once you have actually started on getting on a bandwagon they call, the WRITING PHASE you hardly have any time to get off it. What are they talking about? I’m perfectly fine dabbling two lives – my writing and my social life. Everyday has a routine. In the mornings, I get up early, play with the dogs, talk to my mom, then do cardio exercises for two hours. Lunch is with friends then the entire afternoon, I write. The evenings are all for the boyfriend, mind you.

Until it started to take its toll on my 3^rd life which is of course the life I lead by myself. Alone. Me time.

 I ran across this book recently. It’s self-published, a favorite.

It’s a crash course in writing and although you might think you do not need it, it always helps.         
WELL, it seems like I NEED IT.

                Well, I guess now that the cat is out of the Chanel bag, everybody is then waiting for the possibility of seeing something tangible next year. Whazzat? I mean, MY manuscript. The only thing I know about manuscripts is that they are usually typewritten in notebook paper, bounded with brown ribbon and several inches thick. But that was before the advent of the personal desktop computers – everything is SOFT COPIED.

                Bah. Of course my manuscript is in soft copy. IT’S ALREADY PUBLISHED online. I was thinking of Sex and The City-like compilation of all posts I made but still, somehow, posts have to be screened and edited to my liking – and of course, to the market’s liking.

                I can imagine their reactions. “Who does she think she is coming up with a book about herself?”

                Hey, I never did say I was some celebrity chick living in Glitterati. All I ever could rebut is that everything that I learned in my 23 years of existence made me realize not everything should be learned.

                Take that, men in their late 30s.

                Anyhoo, I already have an OUTLINE. Kudos to me.

I.                     Introduction

II.                    Organization of a life illustrated in posts from 2005

III.                  End Credits

Some introduction, huh?

Woot. I finally left the apartment and went to go see my friend, Andrea. Somehow, takeout food and dirty laundry no longer appealed to me.

Andrea and I are publishing our first book! Well, she will have her own and so will I but she came up with the idea of publishing her own manuscript and gave me this idea to compile all my web logs from 2005 and turn it into book form.

While Andrea is furiously typing away page after page of her “bestseller”, I am busy choosing which ones are worth publishing. Err, some entries aren’t exactly print material.

So the published book will be copyrighted and will be distributed to resellers such as Amazon.com, Barnes and Nobles, Borders.com, Books In Print, and Ingram. An autobiography that takes into a journal form, this book will turn out to be non-fiction – except that names have been changed or concealed through nicknames’ Dickhead, Ass wipe, etc, (peace); yet, albeit actual events and places will not be replaced with cockamamie names that my crazy head has come up with, it will be personal and intimate. 

Three years, 15 posts, 12 months, 400 comments. In booksellers. See you.

                Let’s just say that I happen to go back to my manuscript of yore. Yes, it has been sitting at one of my virtual folders in my personal file and yes, it has been festering ideas for months. So far, there is no progress. Fifty-four pages is hardly progress at all. I skimmed through the pages in rich text format and realized that I do not know where I am going. At all. 

One of my confidante, Joe Wagner, recommended THE CAREFUL WRITER for reference purposes especially when you are still in the beginning stages of writing. He meant well and out of curiosity, I looked around for the book online and I was hooked! That Theodore Bernstein knows what he is talking about.

Joe said he was going to send me a copy. I couldn't wait. There is nothing more thrilling than just reading excerpts online.

I still can’t decide what to do with my half-baked manuscript although I have to appreciate Joe’s effort to cheer me up.  I worked on my novel for a year already and then I decided to work on my web logs since 2005 – that’s practically three years worth of personal ramblings online!

                I’m getting ready to go see my bestfriend, Andrea. She will know what to do. For the meantime, the laptop would just have to closed. Toodles.

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Say hello to Day One of my career.

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Um, okay. Not much has really happened. Right now. I’m scouting for people who’d hire me to write for them. I looked up magazines, newspapers, media stations, etc, who’d need copywriters. I enrolled in those pay per view sites or Get Paid to Review sites. I also continued working on my manuscript – yes, I have something tangible, finally. I also scouted around for specialty publishers who might need my services. Boo.

Productivity is key and so far, the only productive thing that I did today was get up from my bed, walked over to my laptop and checked my emails.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be better.

I once flirted with my set of colored ballpens and signpens and suddenly I knew that left-brained persons like me are not just creative but also sassy, quick-witted and kick-ass crazy. I forgot about sketching and turned to writing. I wrote furiously like a madwoman with a vengeance.

There were no particular topics to tackle but a very mad dash to finish an entire paragraph with a flourish on the part where we placed the period and then turn again to another topic to talk about.

Writing was a passion so overwhelming that I know I wouldn't parlay it with a month's salary just because I want to compromise the quantity of my bank account.

It was a good move, best, in fact, for this year.

I quit my old job that, of course, paid more and turned to something that I know would work best for me: bitching.

Welcome to my artistic whining.

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