Six years ago, I bought a cheap copy of Gray’s Anatomy because I figured I’d someday get around to glancing through it. Maybe it’d be useful for me to learn some body mechanics given my interest in rowing? Now that I’ve been dealing with intense headaches for months, currently rocking a two-week-old tension headache, I figured I’d casually read until I was overwhelmed, but actually, it’s not overwhelming at all! “It’s for first-year med students…[1]”
I’ve known for months now that if I don’t feel like writing, I should go to bed. I rarely get writer’s block and I rarely get depressed, it’s more that I am physically unable to write any further. Rather than use that as my only healthy gauge, I should monitor other aspects of my life as well, because what if I don’t have the focus to read? Or the patience for other people’s inane problems?
You have ten months to prepare for NaNoWriMo. You have a year to prepare for your next New Year’s Resolution. You have a lifetime to prepare for your death. Why procrastinate on working toward your goals? I wrote my first novel A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story” and I’m not going to wait a year to write the second novel.
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My biggest accomplishment in my avocational life is completing my first novel, A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.” Professionally, I’ve got a degree, 11+ years of experience, but that’s all easy. All you have to do is study enough, be persuasive enough in interviews, and not offend people. I have very real insecurities over this novel because it’s more than that.
I should have a warning about the contents within A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story” for its sexual content, drug/alcohol references, violence, and whatever else might offend people. Oh! Let’s start with offensive language. The only offensive language is the aforementioned cultural provocation. Otherwise, no fucks, no shits, no damns, and only one crap was given in my first novel.
Having attended three game jam weekends, I can say that despite disparate disciplines, NaNoWriMo is similar. Over nearly 48 hours, jammers will work in teams or individually to build small games, just as from November 1st to 30th, writers write 50,000-word novels. I saw sickness and fatigue at game jams from people not listening to the organizational staff. After my novel-writing month, I encountered health problems, too. It’s doable, but extend it out to two months…
I only just learned that “What You See Is What You Get” was a phrase spoken by Geraldine Jones and that knowledge makes the phrase even better for me. I love understanding the differences between people, especially when they’re honest with themselves, because then I can learn and grow. That was my approach with A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.”
With my first novel – A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story” – I have already offended one person… and within the first page! This should be good. I look at offenses from two perspectives: The only offenses that are not good are the ones that strike others down. Since this offense is because of offensive ideas, I look at it as positive.
In life and literature, I have two primary interests that influence all aspects of my other myriad interests – psycholinguistics and subtleties – both of which heavily influenced my first novel, A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.” After I explore some of the whys, I’ll delve into why it’s important that we build literature based around our peculiar interests, esoteric or exoteric.
It’s been about twenty-five days since I last looked at my first novel – A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.” I’ve found some typos. That’s embarrassing. However, I’m enjoying what I’ve read so far, and commenting along. I’m not sure if I’ll do this for the entire novel, just because of time constraints, but one month later gives some interesting context.
