yup, it's Novemeber. Also known as National Novel Writing Month, or 'nanowrimo' for short. Hope all of you without power are still managing to wrimo fine. Remember the old fashion way: candle lit, pen & paper combo (or perhaps a trusty typewriter?).
This is going to sound stupid but Sandy has reminded me of how truly colossal this world of ours is, and how I have only explored a small part of it. I like exploring new places because it allows you to make a connection to it, it becomes a part of your map; therefore becoming a part of your home. I think you take home with you wherever you go, it’s not just your house.
Big cites like New York seem so daunting to an outsider, but to a person who has lived or visited there - it’s home. Whenever someone posts a picture of London on here I feel an instant warmth/nostalgia for having visited it and knowing that my sister lives there. in a weird way, it’s a home for me. I want other cities, big daunting citities, to feel like a home too. I want to have memories and stories and experiences in them. I want to look at people’s photos of places knowing that I stood in the same place, and that even though I might not know the person taking the photograph, we shared that same surrounding. We share that weird sense of home, without even having to know each other. New York, stay safe. I am yet to explore you yet.
Anyway, back to Nanowrimo. I've decided that this year I'll allow myself a lot more experiments. Experiment with changing narrative, tenses, plots, etc etc. Last year I had such a tight vision and yet no way of getting that tight vision down so I found my self in a rut more then once, and because of how I wanted it to be, I couldn't take a prompt or improvise. So it was literally rut after rut after depressing rut. (so fucking depressing)
The Messy Owl, Lucy x
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