Just wanted to stop by and write a quick note. Update on NaNoWriMo is that it is going well. I didn't get started on November 1st. I tried but I couldn't write that first paragraph. Well, actually, I did write it, but it was really bad. So I set it aside and went back the next day and surprised myself by taking a totally and completely different approach, and tone. This is far more personal and human I think. I don't know if it's good, because if I go back and read it I know I will fall into that trap of wanting to redo it and start it all over from scratch, and I just have to keep going until the end. The part I am writing right now is about Michaela. Of course, this is fiction, but there is so much of just plain Michaela in it. I find myself questioning this sometimes, wondering if it is wise to do that in a work of what is supposed to be fiction, but I just can't not do it. Michaela is at the heart of my heart. In writing her, I honor her, and as always, I reach out to her. The fact of the matter is that I know this is what people want to hear from me anyway. There have been so many fictional accounts of missing children that have been written in the world, but you want to know what it is really like? Well, this is it.
I have found myself missing Hayward lately. I lived there for 20 years, in various locations. When I went to get my laptop the other day, I exited the freeway just off the bridge, at Industrial, and made a right turn towards south Hayward. So many times in my life I drove that road. It's funny how going to a location can just bring back so many memories. I specifically remember the morning air in South Hayward, Fairway Park. There are no major freeways in the area, and it is edged by the grasslands of the hills, and it is just fresher, and quieter. I spent so many mornings there, running or walking. It fills my senses just to think of it. Where I live now I have a great view, but that includes three major freeways, one of which runs along the bottom of my hill. You get used to it, don't really notice it, but it's actually really noisy.
I know, all this doesn't mean much. I am going to go back to writing my book now. Did I mention, yesterday I got down over 3,500 words? I worked all day, came home, started writing at 7:30, and knocked out 3,500 words and could have kept going. Maybe I will actually get this done.