After All, Tomorrow is Another Day

I love Gone With The Wind.

I love the book, I love the movie, and Scarlett O'Hara has always been a personal hero of mine.

But never once did I utter that line of hers. Sure, I tear up whenever she sits there on those stairs, tears streaming down her face, realizing that her life has not gone quite according to plan. But she picks herself up, moves on, gets on with her life.

It always seemed cheesy when I said it in my head. However, last night, I said it out loud in the car as I was driving home from a great weekend with my boyfriend, and it made sense. I'm dealing with some pretty stressful things right now, and I've been needing something to pick me up, especially when I'm home alone with my thoughts.

I just thought that I should explain the title, that's all. Just in case any of you were wondering what I was blabbing about.

But let's get to the important stuff, shall we? I went on a little writing marathon this weekend, especially Saturday, because I had the place to myself for a few hours. Sure, the internet may have sidetracked me (but not as much as my gorgeous new pencils...I'm a nerd), but I still got about 5,000 words down. I also learned something valuable this weekend: turning the inner editor off. That's been Nano's number one rule when writing in November, but I never quite understood this concept. I went back over everything I wrote for the day and edited the crap out of it all. But this weekend, I didn't do that. I just wrote. I honestly can't remember half of the stuff I got down, but that doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is that I'm getting things on paper, that I'm forming a story, that I'm learning little things about my characters as I move along. One surprising twist came at me late Saturday night (it may have been Sunday morning, I'm not entirely sure), and instead of reading back to see if it makes sense, I kept it, because I'm definitely in love with this part of my story. It's something that's been in the back of my head since I developed this book, so it's not like it was a complete shock. But when I wrote it down, I didn't worry about making everything before it match. I'll do that later. Right now, all I want is to shape these lump of words into a book.

So, thanks Nanowrimo. It's only taken my about five years to realize what the heck you were talking about. I'm a slow learner.

I'm soldiering on, though. This week is going to be a mess, but I have a four day weekend coming up, so maybe I'll be able to get some more marathons going on. Of course, there's the NBA All-Star weekend that I love, and my cat is getting surgery on Friday, so what I write may make a little less sense than ever before. But the inner editor is off. And will remain that way until I say so.

Oh, PS...I changed the website a little. I just needed some bright, soothing colors to make me happy. I succeeded.