What would I do with a year off?

Cyn is starting the 3-day novel right nowish… Wow… I’m so impressed that she can do that, that she’s done it more than once even. I can’t even finish more than a page or two of a short story, and she’s writing an entire novel. In three days. Damn, that takes guts. I don’t think, as things are right now, that I could do it.

If I had a whole year off, what would I do with it? Would I learn things? Would I concentrate on creating? Would I sit on my computer 18 out of 24 hours a day? What would I do? Will I ever know? Probably not… Sometimes I’m so jealous of that. Except that I know I couldn’t deal with not doing anything for very long… I’d just sink and sink and sink until I couldn’t swim back out of the hole. Doing nothing doesn’t go over well with me… not at all.

Still, I’m jealous. *sigh* Why am I always so responsible? I guess if I wasn’t, no one would be. Someone has to take care of me, and that’s my job.

Of all the people you will ever love in a lifetime, the only one you can never lose is yourself…

2 Comments

  • proof

    September 2, 2000 at 12:37 am

    3 day novel… damn it

    I’m also jealous… these days I jsut haven’t had the focus or the motivation. But I am visiting my old home, people keep saying I’m on vacation… it just doesn’t feel like it…

    maybe when I return to my little single apt on the west coast I’ll see if I can’t follow Cyn’s lead.. and if I can’t I’ll think up lots of names to call her… (out of respect)

  • mr_hand

    September 3, 2000 at 8:29 am

    The 72 hour novelathon

    I did the Labour Day novel thing once, a few years back. It was fun, even if what I churned out was horrid.

    A bit of advice in case you ever get around to doing it: have your end in mind before you begin. Knowing how to start it and what will happen in the middle just does not cut the mustard.

    Oh, and stock up on munchie food. Very important, that.