Invisiblog

I'm so sorry little blog.

And the one or two members of my family that read my blog.

But I'm knee deep in nanowrimo.org. I'm writing a novel, starting today...and I have till November 30 to finish it. It's something I'm pretty jazzed about and am feeling very strong and sure.

My story, "Splitting", is right now...about a woman, very Chick Lit, she's too fat, she drinks and smokes too much, does stupid things at parties. But she's funny, smart, maybe even a little charming.

But this woman starts to lose it and goes totally stalker on her doctor. Then the book goes from satire to scary. Don't ask me how I'm going to do this, I have no idea. But today is the 1st and I don't start writing till I get home tonight, so for now...it's all in my head.

I have been reading some crazy crazy stuff though, the best thing I've found so far is some of Hinckleys letters to Jodi Foster, man are they creepiest thing, some of his poems too. Really bizarre. I'm curious how I fare in really getting in the head of this girl, to be so sick and so far gone is fascinating to me, but partly cause I think I can't go there.

But I tell ya, there are moments on the train, after a crappy day at work, where I literally feel I am one Ho Ho away from losing my mind. That it is all very tenuous and that my sane reality is just a thin line above my crazy one. So I'm going for that.

I'll keep writing in my blog, but know for sure, that I will be back, that it will continue to be "chicago stories" and not just me ones, and that hopefully by the time it all gets back to normal, I'll have a 50,000 word crazy story.

Wish me luck.